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Early the following morning, before he was entirely sober, his bell rang; he couldn't ignore it because he knew it was her; he hadn't stopped thinking of her visit; the anticipation had propelled him from Pulse the previous night.
Imani stood by the door, waiting for Matthew to open; Pete had agreed to pick her up and drop her at Matthew's front door. There was a thrill in having an illicit affair, the joy of knowing only a few people knew of it, the blithe of loving a man that not only stirred the body but your heart too was a blessing Imani did not take for granted. Groaning and holding his head to keep it from spinning, Matt swung off the bed to go open it for her.
There she was, grinning, her official suit impeccable, not a hair out of pla
