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I was back in Virginia, at someone’s house. I think it was the pastor’s house. It was a small gathering, and everyone was sitting around and mingling.
I somehow ended up sitting on the floor in front of the couch. At first, I didn’t notice who was sitting on the couch behind me. I had a shawl or something draped over my shoulders and I leaned back into the bottom of the couch. The person behind me leaned forward and draped his arms over my shoulder. It was the young deacon, tall and handsome. He whispered something, and I smiled and giggled. We continued on in this manner until we saw an older couple walk in and zone in on us.
“Shit,” he whispered, “those are my parents.” I smiled at the older couple and stood up as they approached.
“Hi, I’m Asia,” I introduced myself and reached out for a shake. Instead his mother pulled me in for a hug and he scurried off to the kitchen. We chatted for a while until he returned. He wrapped an around me and pulled me in for a kiss.
“I see you’re getting along well,” he whispered in my ear as he winked to his father.
This was a good thing.
