“I should go,” I said. “What?” His voice flipped into another register as he stood. I heard the swish of his fly as he zipped himself back into his jeans. He was dressed. I should be dressed. I reached frantically for my shirt and my jeans. Tugging them on too quickly, misaligning seams as they slid their way onto my body. “Emma, please don’t go. Let’s finish dinner, or we can get out of here and get some ice cream or something. The original Ample Hills is like two blocks away.” “No. I should go home.” I couldn’t find my socks. “Emma.” He reached for my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.
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