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Maria was really nervous as she drove over to Eric’s. Her mind was racing at the speed of light—different scenarios rushing through her head.

She pulled over to the side off the road and studied herself in the rearview mirror, making sure she looked okay. Her naturally full lips had a shade of light pink lip gloss over them. Her eyelids were bare and her eyelashes were covered with mascara. She quickly smiled at herself, then continued driving, sometimes stopping to take a peak at the directions, until she arrived at Eric’s. She put the car in park and took a deep breath before beginning to walk up the path to the porch. He had a huge house, she noticed, and assumed there was a huge pool and Jacuzzi in the back as well. She took one more deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

Eric answered the door a few seconds later and Maria thought she was going to melt at the sight she was seeing. Eric had a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his great abs and chest, and beads of water glistened on his skin. He shook his hair out before looking her in the eye.

“Oh my God,” he said with a small chuckle. “I thought you were the Chinese delivery guy. This is really embarrassing.”

Maria laughed nervously, “Haha. Yeah. Wow.”

“Come in!” Eric said, grabbing her wrist and helping her inside. “I hope you like Chinese. You look great by the way!” He smiled and blushed a bit.

“Thanks,” Maria said, looking around. His house was even bigger on the inside then it was on the outside. It had cathedral high ceilings and the most vibrant colors that could ever catch your eye. There were many different forms of art, from sculptures to paintings, all over the living room. “I like the art! It’s beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Eric said, smiling with pride. “My momma’s an artist. Well, you go sit down on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I’m going to go change so this isn’t too awkward anymore.”

“Okay,” Maria said meekly. However, instead of sitting down, she went to the fireplace and looked at the pictures on the mantle. After looking over them, she noticed that Eric was a replica of his mother. She also noticed that the man in the pictures couldn’t be Eric’s father. Stepfather maybe...she thought. Eric came down the stairs in a nice pair of jeans and tight fitting white t-shirt. Maria didn’t hear him, so he figured he’d surprise her. Eric walked up to her quietly and wrapped his arms around her small waist. Then, he whispered in her ear, “Hey there, beautiful.” His accent made Maria want to melt. She wasn’t sure of what to do so she replied, “Hey there, handsome.” She laughed as she broke away from his hold and went to look out the window.

“The delivery guy’s here,” she observed.

“Yeah,” Eric said, trying not to show that her body in that outfit was making him hot and bothered. “Well, I hope you enjoy dinner because the part that comes after is gonna be the most fun.” And with that comment, he walked out the door to pay the delivery guy.

What do I do now?! Maria thought.