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“Iknow.”
“I mean, I could object to this.Strongly.”
“But youwon’t.”
She pulled in a breath, then slowly released it. “No. I won’t.” And I got a smile from her that told me she wasn’t reallymad.
When we got to her house, she peered down at her feet, then glanced around, finally turning to gaze up at me. “Can I tell yousomething?”
I leaned against her door and smiled at her while she fumbled for her keys. “Sure.”
Biting her bottom lip as she inserted the key, she said, “I’m glad we hung out. I want to do itagain.”
“Metoo.”
“And even though you didn’t need to walk me home, well,thanks.”
“You’rewelcome.”
Her brows pulled in, and she ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t want this night toend.”
“Meneither.”
Those huge eyes stared at her feet then lifted up to mine. And she twirled her hair around her finger. With a whisper, she asked, “Is that offer of casual sex still on thetable?”
“No,” I said firmly. And gazed down while she blew her cheeks out, then released the air,surprised.
