“What’s stupid is me standing here in the cold, arguing with you about dumb ass shit instead of getting you back to my place so we can talk and I can peel you out of that dress I’ve been dreaming about since I found you on the side of the road.” I sit there blinking at him. “What?” “That dress. You were wearing it that night you had the flat.” I look at him, confused. “It was dark that night.” “Not that dark.” “It was pitch black, Luke.” “Trust me, babe. Nothing is too dark to see your body in that dress.”
