“Any suggestions?” He smiles down at me merrily, his hands in his jacket pockets. I shake my head. I like him telling me what to do. He smiles and nods. “There’s a place about a ten-minute walk from here—” And then he does that incredibly sexy, incredibly grown-up guy thing where he puts his hand on the small of my back, but definitely not my arse, to guide me someplace.
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