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Wow! That felt good.

Those were the thoughts that ran through Pete's mind. He had just finished a long, steamy, sweaty session of passionate smashin' with his friend Dyna. The both lay in the bed in the afterglow of what just happened. This was not the first time that they had sex. Their sexual relationship has been going on for 6 months. Pete met Dyna through one of his boys. In fact, Dyna had slept with the same dude who introduced her to Pete. She didn't mind b/c she had only slept with him once. Pete didn't care either. He figured that they'd smash once or twice and then he'd move on. He wasn't really looking for much. He had just gotten out of a 3 yr relationship from a woman who he thought might be the one but she was someone who he grew tired of. She spent too much time bitchin' and moanin' about stupid stuff. She didn't want much outta life anyway. So, he was better off.

Pete liked Dyna. The chemistry that they had in the bedroom was phenomenal. Initially, he didn't expect to have much in common with her. He had his masters degree. He was a marine biologist by day and by night he was a dude who enjoyed the nightlife. Dyna wasn't like the typical woman who he was used to being around. She had a high school diploma and she had no ambition to go to college. She was doing some modeling on the side but other than that...she didn't even have a job. Dyna was far less qualified than Pete's ex girl. She just didn't measure up...or did she???

Over a period of time, Pete found that the more time that he spent with Dyna...they had a lot in common. She loved house music just... like he did. She loved to discuss worldly news and Obama...just like he did. She was a ride or die chick. He found that he could talk to her about anything. More importantly, they made each other laugh. He felt good when she was around. She never asked for a dime when they were together. When they went out to dinner, she paid for herself. Pete made nearly 300k a year so he could easily handle a meal but Dyna wasn't having that. She was an independent woman. She had no kids nor did she want any. Neither did he.

If the walls could talk in that SoHo apartment...you'd be amazed with what you heard. There was a chemistry between the 2 of them that neither of them had seen before. But it was more than sex with them. They respected each other. They gave each other space. They never blew up each other's phone. She never spent the night at his house. Not because she couldn't but she just didn't want to crowd him. They never tried to define what was taking place.

Back to that night...

They lay in the bed drenched in sweat. It was 2am. She was thinking that she should get up and head home. She wasn't looking forward to that drive home. This night, she would have preferred to stay in SoHo. As they lay, still buzzing off the L that they had just finished off, they began to talk about a party on Saturday. But the conversation changed to a different path

Pete: "Why don't you spend the night tonight. I really don't want you to go. You can just leave in the morning when I leave for work.

Dyna: "Ok. I can do that. Pete...there's something that I want to tell you. I really don't know how to say it.

Pete: "What's the matter?"

Dyna: "I don't know where to begin."

Pete:"Spit it out. What is it? Do you wanna see somebody else?"

Dyna: "NO! It's not that. I just don't know how to say it."

Pete: "Tell me."

Dyna: "Well...i just feel like it should be more than what we have. Don't you? I mean...I'm falling in love with you."

BOOM!!!

What should Pete say?

What should he do?

Is Dyna the right one for him?

Is Pete afraid of the big 'C' word...commitment?

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