“Okay, fine, I’d make a terrible spy. But I wasn’t exactly dressed for stealth mode.” I gestured toward his bright red sweatshirt. “I happen to think that’s the perfect outfit for stealth mode,” he replied. “It’s also perfect for you to wear while eating, sleeping, going to school; anything really.” “I get the feeling you like seeing your name on my back . . .” “I’ve always liked it,” he said. “But right now, that word doesn’t begin to cover what I feel.” “So, what word would you use?” “Let’s just say, it makes me want to steal you away for another night and never give you back.” “Well, I
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