“You want another beer?” I asked Nic as dinner was winding down. He’d finally started drinking some, and I found his rock-bottom tolerance for alcohol adorable. He was cute when he was tipsy, cuddlier than normal and more effusive. “Are you driving us home?” he asked, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. “Are you actually going to let me drive your precious baby?” I shot back. While the sun was still warm during the day, temps were starting to drop at night, and the bike was almost done for the season, so we’d taken his car. “Can you drive stick?” he asked. I slipped my hand beneath the tablecloth
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