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Wear white. Something you don’t mind getting ruined.
Trihn raised her eyebrows at the text she had just received from Damon. All white and something I could get ruined. Is he planning to tear it off of me? Now, that would be fun.
They’d spent a couple of hours in the radio station, talking. Damon had picked up a few instruments around the location and played for her. It had been a nice, chill evening, something she hadn’t realized that she needed.
Now, they were going to go on their first official date, and after that bizarre request, she really had no clue what to expect.
An hour later, Damon knocked on the door, dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He had a bouquet of tulips in his hand. “For you.”
“Thank you,” she said, taking them from him. She found the vase she had pu
