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“Thanks for driving me home, Mason. And for dinner. And…everything.” “You’re welcome.” His hand cupped my shoulder, his face in the shadows. “Was this a date?” “No.” His smile was a slash of white in the darkness. “Then you’re not expecting me to kiss you good-night.” “No.” I smiled back. “Too bad.” — Elizabeth Langston
Thanks for driving me home, Mason. And for dinner. And…everything.”
“You’re welcome.” His hand cupped my shoulder, his face in the shadows. “Was this a date?”
“No.”
His smile was a slash of white in the darkness. “Then you’re not expecting me to kiss you good-night.”
“No.” I smiled back.
“Too bad.