He passes me my drink and says, “Question time?” Then, after I nod woodenly, “Why’d you get dressed up tonight?” I scoff, instantly annoyed. He knows why. “You know why.” “Maybe I need you to say it out loud, though, just to be sure we are on the same page.” “Well, why don’t you say what page you think we are on and I will confirm or deny.” He takes a gulp from his drink before setting it down a little too hard. “Tait. Please?” I close my eyes. “It felt like this was … a date.” I open them to see him twitching that hard jaw again. “Honey, they’ve all been dates to me. I’ve just been waiting
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