Tracing her fingers along the lines. A plaid couch and loveseat sat opposite the armoire, an end table in the middle. By the window was a table with a...bouquet of roses in the center. A picture of a mountain scene hung over the overstuffed king size bed. She noticed a small box laying in the center of the bed. Walking over to it she ran her fingers along the top of the box. A red ribbon tied it closed with a little note saying to open the envelope first. She wanted to know what was inside but. ”“Cool what is it?” I asked.“I can’t tell you,” he said.“I hate surprises please tell me,” I begged.“I can’t tell you but trust me you’ll like it. So how was your day?” he said casually. The conversation continued for a while with us just talking about our day and what we wanted to do when he got back from the ocean.It wasn’t long before we said our goodbyes and hung up. We texted a bit more before he fell asleep . I let out a deep breath, the one I had been holding on the phone the whole time,. At first, I didn't want to say anything aboutdating but I let slip that Jimmy and I were sharing a townhouse whichprompted mom and dad to ask if he was being a gentleman. I rushed tostick up for Jimmy, saying that he was a perfect gentleman and knowingthat he was near made me feel better when I brought a guy home.I hit send before thinking and was overwhelmed with requests from momand dad about my dating habits, what kind of guys I went out with, wherewe went, and why I brought them home.I. How could I possibly explain the extent of his attractiveness? No figurative comparison would do him justice. His allure was not only subjective to me, every woman desired him, and if not a woman, then every bisexual or gay man. I watched all six foot two inches of him slam into the woman on our bed. He was completely in his element, in tune with the entire experience. But he caught me staring. I could see him, somewhere in there, buried beneath glowing coals that burned like cinders in his.