“So, are you going to ask me, or are we going to stand out here all night?” My heart flipped in my chest. “Ask you what?” “To walk you home.” “Okay.” I blew out a shaky breath. “Walk me home, Joey Lynch.” “That’s telling,” he teased, leaning against the door, as he smiled down at me, green eyes dark and full of heat. “You need to ask nicely.” My god, it was something else when that boy smiled. He was just so beautiful. “I have a better idea,” I heard myself say, and then I did something incredibly fucking reckless. Reaching into my coat pocket, I withdrew the set of car keys and jingled them
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