“What would a gentleman do on a date now?” His eyes looked golden in our porch light as he reached for my hands. He held both of them in his, gently pressing my fingertips with his thumbs. “On a proper date, he’d tell you what a great time he had.” The breeze picked up, circling our porch and freeing a strand of hair from behind my ear. He reached up and gently pressed it back. Between the wind and his touch and the look in his eyes, my breath was gone. His voice was honey, just as sweet as his words. “This is when a regular guy would lean in and kiss you goodnight.” Involuntarily, I
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