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Denver:Better…slightly.

Denver:God. I need to go scrub my eyes out.

Shepard:I’m not sorry.

Denver:Oh, you should be.

Denver:But in all seriousness, you don’t need to be worried about the article. I like the Shep I’m getting to know now.

Shepard:So you like me?

Denver:I tolerate you.

Shepard:You liiiiiiiiiiiiike me.

Denver:YOU ARE OKAY.

Shepard:Do you…like-like me?

Denver:See above.

Shepard:But also yes, right?

Denver:*grumbles* yes

Shepard:Ha. Knew it.

Twenty-Nine

Denver

“Anemone.”

I reach for the flowers Shep’s holding out for me and bring them to my nose.

“They don’t have a scent,” he tells me.

“I noticed. That’s…odd. Thank you for my non-smelling flowers.” I pull the front door open wider. “Come on in. I’m almost ready.”

He doesn’t budge.

“Don’t you want to know?”

“Know what?”

“What they mean?”

“Ah,” I say. “Yes. Tell me.”

A wolfish grin stretches across his face as he leans down close to me, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. I can feel his breath tickling my senses and I want to press my mouth to his so badly, which is kind of sad because it’s only been two days since I last saw him.

“Tell me,” I say again.

“The wait is all part of the fun.”

I know exactly what he’s trying to do: get me all hot and bothered and then leave me hanging and waiting all through our date.

Not tonight.

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