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I wondered what our professor would have made of that. I was boring him. His other dates must be much more interesting. Not that this was a date. I did not want to get involved with someone this moody. No, this was a business deal: tea for notes. And maybe the start of a friendship? Probably not. I usually stuck with friends who were a lot easier to read.

What else are you taking? He wanted to make small talk? I could handle that. I sat in the chair across from him and dutifully described my archaeology class, all the while looking for a polite way to bring up what was really on my mind. Since there was no gracious way to do it, I jumped in with both feet. Come on Tostenson.

I could do this. I stared, waiting. He shook his head. You must be thinking of someone else. I was not in London last week. Oh sure, there were two, hugely frustrating, Nordic supermodels walking around London.

We stared at each other for a long minute, each willing the other to back down. Ull won. No sense running him off before I could finish my tea. What brought you to Wales? So here I am.

Ull laughed, a musical sound that stopped my heart. It was beautiful, and I wanted to hear it again. Ull was in my flat, teasing me. Boys did that when they liked a girl, right? Ull paused, seeming to make a decision.

My classes get out at three, and I can be here at four. The grand tour of Cardiff for your notes. Fair trade? This could not be happening. The nice one from tonight, or the mean one from last week? What do you say? My voice wavered. Taking another sip, he eyed me speculatively. His look was so intense it gave me goose bumps, and I was glad my sweater covered my arms.

He took my hand in his and bent to kiss it with perfect, pale lips. A pulse shot through my fingers and up my arm, making my heart race. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before. I stood frozen to the spot as he rose. My feet were firmly rooted to the same patch of floor, and it was only after I was absolutely sure he had made his way beyond the earshot of our flat that I let out a small squeal. The nerves let themselves out of my body in bursts, and I jumped up and down.

It was this lovely vision that greeted Emma and Victoria when they came home, bringing their animated chatter to an abrupt halt. Victoria raised one elegant eyebrow in question, and my words came in gasps. Two more bodies joined in my happy dance, and we jumped around the sitting area like the schoolgirls that we were, until we fell laughing onto the various seats. Emma offered her favorite dress, a summery eyelet with a pastel sash, but Victoria nixed it with authority. Trust me ladies, a first date outfit must be ambiguous.

It should be sexy, but not overt — classy, but not boring. Sweet, but not too innocent. Victoria clearly knew way more than we did about this sort of thing. Without us to sidetrack her vision, Victoria quickly paired a lace — not eyelet — A-line dress, tight in the bodice and flaring to just above the knee, with simple flats for walking.

A scarf completed the look, and we added a tailored coat in case the evening was chilly. I had to admit, it looked pretty sharp. And he was certainly that, even if his mood swings were considerably off-putting. I really hoped Cranky Ull stayed home. This was already scary enough. When Friday came, I was literally bouncing with nerves. Some wanted to find out what was wrong with Crazy Kristia; some had heard rumors and wanted me to tell their futures — like I had any control over what I saw.

The rest just wanted to try to get on base. Ull seemed like someone who had everything — looks, money, brains. And there was no shortage of girls around here who would have been more than happy to give him an all-access pass.

Maybe, just maybe, he really did like me , not my quirky gift, or the way I filled out my jeans — my best asset, according to a highly inappropriate comment Ardis overhead at a football game and was kind enough to repeat to me. He must be into you. She peeked from around the back of my head, where she was wielding a large-barreled curling iron through my thick mane. He clearly wants to spend this evening with you.

When she was finished, Emma slicked gloss on my lips and handed me the tube. If only I could be so lucky! I stood in front of the full-length mirror under the critical gazes of my flatmates. Victoria ran her fingers along the base of my hair, lifting it for good measure before administering one final spritz of hairspray.

As I looked at the stranger in the mirror, even I had to admit the girls did good work. I was definitely looking, if not feeling, my best. My stomach churned in anticipation. Victoria and Emma let themselves out, heading to the ice cream shop around the corner to give me some privacy when my date arrived. With a deep breath, I picked up my purse. My intuition told me this was a very important moment.

For once my brain was functioning on all cylinders — I was vision free. Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then. His thick, blond hair was in disarray from the Welsh wind. His perfectly-shined boots were the same black as his tight-fitting sweater, and defined forearms peeked out from pushed-up sleeves.

The dark wash of his jeans highlighted the long, muscular shape of his legs. He raked a hand through his hair, brushing a piece away from his eyes, and lit up the entire flat with his radiant smile. My heart ached; no man could be so beautiful. He reached out and took my hand.

Then he raised my fingers to his lips, grazing the tips with a feather-like kiss. My skin burst into flames, waves of heat radiating toward my heart in slow pulses. The sensation was unnerving. I let out a nervous giggle as Ull guided me over the threshold and into the late afternoon sun with one hand on the small of my back.

I nodded, not quite able to speak. Of course. Ull held my hand as I climbed into the passenger seat. My stomach flipped as his gaze slowly took in my bare legs and the hem of my skirt. His eyes darted to the low cut of my neckline.

My stomach fluttered as I caught him staring. He was totally checking me out. I made a mental note to thank Emma and Victoria for their hard work on my appearance. Absolutely angelic. I guess that explains the staring.

His grimace was the last dark look I saw that night. He glanced at my dress with a wry chuckle. We can skate another time. I would much rather you wear that dress. He reached out to hold my hand and the tingling burst into flames. We were two minutes into this date. Another date with Ull. I had to start the deep breathing all over again. Two and a half minutes into this and I was two for two on hyperventilation.

And there was no point in going all ga-ga over someone who might not even exist. I forced myself to really look at the sights, and by the time Ull pulled up in front of Cardiff Castle, I was finally able to hear him. This one dates back two thousand years, though of course, it has undergone many revisions. People dress in costumes; they hold sword-fighting contests on the green, serve turkey legs, and play silly games.

I went as a jester this year. I tried to picture Ull Myhr dressed as a clown, but came up short. We can do that another time — too late today. The castle closes at six. Score one, Tostenson. Ull eased into traffic, and his excitement grew as he pointed out Millennium Stadium. His eyes shone as he described some of his favorite matches — he was both a football and rugby regular, and he glanced wistfully at the stadium when he spoke.

It was weird to imagine him doing something so ordinary as watching sports. Maybe he did have a normal side. Ull glanced at the clock and drove purposefully toward our next destination. The sun was low in the sky as he gestured towards the docks that had made Cardiff a major port for coal transport in the 19 th Century, and pointed in the direction of the Arcade, a collection of shops varying from couture to cafes.

Naturally, Starbucks was well represented here, too. If this kept up, I was going to have to take up yoga. Finally, Ull turned off the main road and parked in a small lot. Without a word, he got out of the car and retrieved something from the trunk. But it felt weird to ask, so after a minute, I unbuckled my seatbelt and swung open my door. It reverberated as it hit an obstruction.

This was beyond mortifying. Like in a movie. How had I made it eighteen years and not realized guys actually did that? We stopped at the top of the small knoll. The garden easily stretched the length of two football fields, pink, yellow, and purple flowers layering the ground with their thick carpet. Trees swathed in fuchsia petals swayed softly, and a lush covering of grass wove in and out of the flowers.

In the distance, a white-columned memorial evoked images of Ancient Greece. It was spectacular. Named for Alexandra of Denmark, who became the longest running Welsh Princess.

Ull led me down the knoll and laid the blanket on a grassy spot beneath one of the fuchsia trees. He opened the picnic basket and I wanted to ask him a million questions. He beat me to it as he handed me a bottle of sparkling water. His beautiful form stretched across the blanket had emptied my mind of all coherent thought. He was overwhelming, in the best possible way — tall, blond, muscular, attentive.

The combination made it difficult to form words. I struggled to recover. That was neat, and all, because it was London. But everything here is… uh… white.

You know, with dirt. And stuff. But not because of litter or anything. Oh my God. That was all out loud. All of it.

I shoved a slice of bread in my mouth to end my prattling. What do you miss the most? My best friend Ardis and I spent a lot of time there and after she left for college in New York, I used to go by myself to read. My parents traveled a lot for their antique business. They were always on the lookout for new treasures for the shop.

So they passed me off to Mormor — she knew me way better than they ever did anyway. She taught me to tie my shoes, to bake cookies, to write thank you notes. Everything I know.

Ull offered me a container with turkey, cheese, and crackers. As I made my little sandwich, he kept up his stream of questions. Ardis got into the scrapes; I just had to help her out of them. It was easier to watch Ardis go through heartbreaks than to get hurt myself. Ull continued as the sun set. He asked about my favorite foods, the music I listened to, and what I hoped to do after graduation.

He listened patiently as I told him my dream of working as a junior curator in a museum, and leaned in as I talked about my favorite works of art. He seemed genuinely interested in the minor details of my life, and I told him a bit about the oddities of a small-town upbringing.

Naturally, I omitted talk of my little mental tic — every dog had a few fleas, and mine were bound to show themselves soon enough. By the time the sun dipped at the horizon, our picnic was mostly gone, and Ull offered me a container of brownies. He held up his sparkling water and clinked his bottle to mine. To new beginnings. The way his pale lips curved up, with just a hint of a smirk behind the smile… could they really be as soft as they looked? What would they feel like against my cheek?

My mouth? My neck? I shivered involuntarily. His touch was soft; the barely-there sensation of a light breeze that sent a chill down my spine. I resumed my deep, calming breaths in earnest. There was a warning behind his easy smile.

Ull stared, deep in thought. My heart soared — maybe he really did like me. We watched the horizon in silence as the sky turned from blue to orange to purple. As dusk settled over the garden, Ull packed up the remnants of our picnic and held out a hand to help me up. When Ull pulled up to the posh nightclub, a new kind of panic swept over me.

This required that he hold me very close, and the contact was almost too much for my overworked brain. This combination meant I nearly fell on several occasions. If he noticed, Ull was gentlemanly enough not to say anything. Our hands fit together, his long fingers cradling my smallish ones. The familiar gesture made me smile, and I scooted closer as we walked, letting my shoulder brush against his arm. It was so easy to be next to him. I felt a twinge of sadness thinking our date must be nearing its end.

But when Ull helped me into his car, he treated me to another dazzling smile. Mine happens to be around the corner from your flat. Shall we go together? Minutes later, we sat in the dimly-lit, wood-paneled room in the quiet pub.

We were tucked away in a corner booth opposite the roaring fire. Ull had slid into the seat next to me rather than across from me. His arm rested around my shoulders, so I had no choice but to lean into him in the small space. Were all first dates like this — full of anticipation, longing, and the satisfaction of feeling like you fit perfectly together?

As we sipped our drinks — tea for me, an Irish Coffee for Ull — I finally got to ask him about himself. He spoke unreservedly about his home, winter days spent skiing and snowshoeing with friends, and summer afternoons swimming in the ocean and grilling out at night.

Do you have brothers and sisters? They all live in the same village actually, but it is pretty remote. Not a lot of contact with the rest of the world. At that moment, my mental problem reared its ugly head. Clearly, the night was going too well. I sat in a meadow, underneath what looked like a willow tree. A warm breeze blew its leaves and I looked up at the strange tinkling sound — the leaves were actually made of silver. At the bottom of the knoll, two swans paddled across a pristine pond.

A majestic castle rose as if from the clouds, pink and orange in the setting sun. It was Ull. I brought myself back against my will. Ardis had said pretty much the same thing when I asked her. And my family rarely leaves it. But me. A slow smile spread across his face.

I spent a winter skiing in the Alps, and it was paradise. It was the only time I have ever felt untouchable — flying down hills, completely cut off from everything but the mountain. No emotions, no expectations. No pressure. When he looked at me there was gratitude in his eyes. I am not able to talk with many people. Ull laughed. I am not comfortable talking with many people. You do not let me get away with anything.

I can be myself with you. I inhaled the woodsy smell coming from his neck, a musky combination of pine and earth. For the first time in my life, I felt like I might actually be where I was meant to be. Even pubs have closing times, and with a cheery wave our waitress informed us that time had come.

Stupid closing time. With a sigh, he started the too-short drive back to my flat. He walked me to my door, took my hands gently between both of his, and bent, kissing each hand in turn. His eyes looked almost wistful as he raised one finger to touch my cheek. I wanted to stand right there forever. I shivered, pulled my arms around my chest, and let myself into the apartment.

I had a feeling my life was about to change in a big way. Step it up, Vic. You color coded your closet? This comes practically to your knees. And a cat eye. I may have gone out and bought all new makeup when Ull called to ask me out again. Seemed prudent. Victoria had scored another hit. That was because Ull had started stroking the small of my back when our tour began, and it took all my concentration just to stay upright.

You may still get your chance. We walked the long corridor framed with paintings. All of the history in these walls was kind of overwhelming. The castle was two thousand years old.

The oldest thing we had back in Nehalem was probably the Homestead. Cardiff Castle had about eighteen hundred years on that farm. How could you ever get comfortable? Trust me. I thought about my vision from Friday night — of Ull and me in a meadow by a castle. But Ull bristled. The rest of the group followed closely. Ull raised a corner of his mouth in a smile. My knees buckled and he grabbed my arm to steady me. The touch sent shockwaves straight to my head, leaving me with the unnerving sensation of being underwater.

I lost my bearings again and Ull wrapped both hands around my waist to stop my fall. They almost looked nervous. His eyes focused on my mouth and my heartbeat accelerated. He ran his thumb lightly over my lips. They parted under his touch. I watched as his eyes slowly moved down then back up, lingering at the neckline of my dress. Victoria had been right about the push-up bra. Ull drew his eyes away from my cleavage and took a step closer.

He leaned one forearm against the wall, leaving me enveloped between the cold stone and his warm chest. I was suddenly very dizzy. He stepped in, closing the last inch between us. Instead, I took a shaky breath as Ull dropped his head.

He ran his nose along my jaw line, pausing when he reached my ear. He breathed in, the cool air sending a shiver down my neck. With painstaking slowness he drew his nose across my cheek until our lips were almost touching. Now when I looked into his eyes I saw something entirely different.

He was strong. And very much in control. I let out a small sigh and immediately he covered my mouth with his. I melted against him as he claimed my lips, moved down my jaw to consume my neck. My insides throbbed. In that moment, I would have done absolutely anything he asked me to.

Ull placed his hands around my waist to right me. I smoothed my hair and straightened my dress, my cheeks burning the whole time. Just when things were getting good. I was shaken from a very pleasant dream. None too willingly, I might add. I immediately longed for the cover of darkness. Creepy Elf sat in a chair next to my bed, gently stroking my hair.

I sat up, incensed, gathered my blankets, and held them up to my chin. Who let you in here, anyway? I ducked as his hand reached out again. Oh, poor human. I can go anywhere I please. Nobody lets me in. It was disorienting.

He will leave. You are not what I feared. At the same time, I wanted to reach out for him. He snapped his fingers and without warning I was on my back, staring up at his glowing face. What are you even talking about? With another snap of his fingers, he was gone. I looked wildly around the room, but there was no trace of Elf Man.

I failed. Tell me! What exactly happened at dinner? Though judging by her pitch, a double shot was the last thing she needed.

I glanced over her shoulder and saw Henry approaching, textbooks in hand. He gazed at my flatmate with an adoring look, but Emma continued talking, oblivious. After dinner. Did you go back to his place? Are you kidding? Anyone would. What was wrong with me? That hall is amazing by the way. All wood-paneled and hand-painted and everything. I literally forgot where I was. Sort of. Plus the guard was a girl, so that helped.

What did you do? It was fantastic. That I had been strongly considering asking him to move an inch lower when another guard found us and made us leave? Not without turning five shades of red. And he was really sweet and held my hand on the drive home and walked me to the door and everything. But then he just kissed me on the cheek and said good night and that was it.

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