An hour later, we’re in his car, and he’s following directions to the address I put in the navigation system. He looks handsome in his jeans, camel-colored sweater, and brown leather sneakers. The aviator glasses on his face make him the epitome of cool, so I lean over and kiss him on the jaw. Liking the affection, he places a hand on my knee. I’m pretty impressed with my own outfit I put together today. Skinny jeans—yes, I own a pair—and calf-height boots with a long sweater that falls off my shoulder a little. I have to wear a camisole underneath, and today’s has a hint of lace. I blew my
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