I feel like a sullen child as I try to speak through the lump in my throat. “You … do you not want to tell the house because you’re embarrassed to be on a date with me?” One second I’m separated from him, and the next, strong arms are pulling me in, and two fingers tilt under my chin so that I have to look him in the eyes. When I do, they’re fierce and intense upon mine. “Don’t even think that. Not for one second. I’m an idiot, Molly. I didn’t mean it in that way, by no means am I embarrassed by you. Hell, if anyone is out of their league on this date, it’s me. I seriously don’t deserve to
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