His fingers played over a scab on the back of one hand. “Morgan… I like you. I like you a lot, and I thought something might be happening between us. I know I did this clumsily tonight—” His lips rubbed together. “I’d like to date you. Whatever this is, whatever we have, I’d like to see if it can go somewhere.”
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