“Hi, Ryan,” I say, leaning my hip against the table. I’m going for calm and collected. “I saw you earlier.” “And I saw you,” he replies, taking a sip of what I think is an Old Fashioned. The last time he saw me, I was wearing decidedly less in the way of clothing. Nothing at all, in fact. I can’t help but feel like this dress is armor…or more like a shield against doing something foolish like kiss him again. With the way he’s looking at me right now, I have a feeling I’ll need it. I set down the glass of water I’m holding. “I was wondering when you might come talk to me.” “Right now,” he
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