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TEMPTATION

Chapter Four – Questions

I was surprised by how quickly I began to relax around Keith. It was strange for me to be able to talk to someone, but it was definitely nice. I spent the night driving around town, I preferred to run more than drive, but it'd been a while since the last time I used my car. I was afraid if I didn't drive it sometime soon, it might stop working, so it seemed like a good time. I flipped the channels on the radio, searching for anything half-decent to listen to. After a few minutes, I gave up and turned it off. My mind went back to Keith; I wished it would stop doing that. No matter how much I enjoyed being around him, I still posed a huge threat to him.

I ended up getting back to my apartment at around 2:00 in the morning. I was meeting Keith in just a few hours; that terrified and excited me at the same time. I decided that I'd go running for a while before we were meeting up, getting fresh air made it easier for me to be around him.

I was there first today; Keith came just a few minutes after I stopped. My head perked up, and I smiled at him. "Good morning," he said, returning my smile.

"Good morning," I repeated.

"All set?"

I nodded and we began to run. "I have another question for you," he stated.

I sighed and glanced over at him for a moment, then looked back ahead. "Go ahead."

"What is it, that makes you uncomfortable," he seemed to linger on that word, "around me?"

I constantly want to kill you, I said to myself, but then shook my head. "I don't know," I tried to casually say, but I wasn't very convincing.

"Do I smell?" he said while cracking a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh at that remark. He had no idea what he smelled like.

He laughed back for a moment. It was the first time we'd ever laughed together, and the sound of his was permanently entered into my mind.

"Well," he continued, "If it's not because I smell, then what is it?"

I knew he wasn't going to let this go. "I truly don't know," I said, a little more convincing this time.

"If I had some extremely undesirable feature, or spinach in my teeth, you'd tell me, right?"

I laughed a little at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Sure."

He smiled at me, finally letting this subject be put to rest. "I've got another one," he said much too soon.

"Don't I get a turn?" I said a little harsher than I'd expected it to sound.

"After I ask mine," he smiled at me again.

"Alright." I sighed again, knowing this wouldn't be good.

"How old are you?"

I looked at him with a little bit of shock obviously written across my face. "That's your question?"

He nodded.

"You know that's very rude to ask a woman," I said with a small smile.

"You don't mind," he stated with confidence and a crooked-smile.

"Thirty-five," I said, but I failed to mention I'd been thirty-five for 2 years. "You?"

"Thirty-eight."

I nodded once. "My turn?"

"I promised," he quickly replied.

"Why are you so open around me?" His facial expression changed slightly, and I quickly added, "I just met you after all… And as you already pointed out, I'm not as open around you."

"I have a sense for people, I suppose."

"And what do you sense about me?" I was slightly intrigued.

He slowed down, then stopped, and I did the same. "I think that you're a good person, a good enough person that I feel comfortable sharing things with."

I shook my head. "Sorry to say, but you're wrong…. I'm," it took me a moment to think of the right word, "dangerous."

"Ha!" he seemed amused by what I'd said and let out a laugh.

"I am," I persisted.

"Do you work for the mob or something?" he said with an eyebrow raised.

"No way," I was joking now, "Don't you know that the money's terrible around here?"

He smiled, a crooked-smile again. "Then how are you dangerous?"

I ignored his question, and started to jog again, he followed.

"Are you a heart-breaker?" he asked, ignoring my silence.

At that I had to laugh. "Something like that."

I could see him watching me again out of the corner of my eye. "I should go," I said after another minute, and slowed down to a walk. "Tomorrow?"

"Actually, I have a different idea for tomorrow."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What would that be?"

"Meet me here at 8."

"No way are you getting off without telling me where we're going," I said, smiling at his confidence.

"It's a surprise."

"A surprise I'm going to like?"

He nodded once.

"How can you be sure?"

"I told you," he said, leaning in, "I have a sense for people."

He was too close to me now and I stopped breathing again. "Tomorrow," I said and then ran back home.