“You bumped into me twenty-two times, but I only get twenty-one dates?” He smiles wide. “The twenty-second time I bumped into you was a date. We drank, we talked, I dragged you into an office and made you come. It was our first date, even.” My jaw drops and my eyes widen. He laughs at the shock on my face before his head dips, pressing a kiss to my neck. “That’s exactly how you would have wanted that date to go, and you know it.”
