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With their cookies safely tucked into the bag, the pair set off on their journey to Michael’s apartment. The weather was oppressively wet, and long before they arrived at the apartment building they were soaked to the bone. Beth was even quivering from the damp cold, so Michael was glad when they reached his block and his building. He hurried her inside the place, but in the entrance hall she resisted his gentle directions.
“I just need you to drive me home now,” she reminded him. “Is your car parked nearby?”
“There’s a parking garage on the other side of the block, but I think you need to dry off a little. If you stay in those wet clothes very long you’re going to catch a cold,” Michael pointed out. He guided her toward the elevator and had her shoved inside before she could pr
