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“I actually made it.” I looked up from my fork. “Really? James, it’s so good. I didn’t know you could cook.” “I can’t. Not really. It’s one of the only things I know how to make. And in the interest of full disclosure, I made this for you on one of our first dates. I already had the whole night planned before you called me out on my games.” I smiled. He had planned to spend the whole night trying to win me over? How could I not swoon over that? “What else did you have planned?” “Do you really want to know, or do you want to just play along?” His dark brown eyes were so mischievous. I laughed. “That convinced it’ll work, huh?” “I just know I can’t stop trying. Even when you call me out on it. I tried the whole not touching you thing. And the not sleeping next to you thing. I can say w
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