He takes a deep breath, softening his voice to something velvety and warm. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since we met.” He twists a finger in one of the loose curls in my hair. “Let me take you to dinner. Please?” After a second, he adds, “I’m not a man who says please often.” I shake my head. “I can’t go on a date with you. I’m sorry.” “Not a date. Dinner.”
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