He chuckled. “I can see that.” Clearing my throat, I looked back at him. “Do you want to come up?” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. We can have another drink, maybe.” I had a bottle of wine in the fridge. And I didn’t want to say goodbye. Not yet. “Okay,” he agreed, and I started up the stairs, pausing at the top step. What was I doing? Leading this
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