with her, anyway. I clear my throat and say, “If you don’t have plans, we could grab dinner.” The surprise plays over her face like a slideshow. Mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. When she recovers, she asks, “Dinner with you?” “Do you see anyone else here?” I ask dryly. I’m already regretting asking. It was a dumb idea. I should go inside, shower, and call someone else to come over. I’m healed enough that fucking someone into next week is no longer a concern. “All right. Sure.” I hesitate. I’m not at all confident I heard her right. She’s never this agreeable. “What do you want to eat?”
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