“Are you busy tomorrow?” he asked.
Despite myself, I laughed. “That’s taking it slow?”
He smiled. “Well, maybe not exactly, but I was hoping….”
“Sure,” I said without thinking. Maybe it was a bad idea, but at least I could give him a second chance and see how I felt. If I had the same reaction to him the following day, then at least I’d know it was because I really had gone certifiably insane and not just that I hadn’t had time to adjust to seeing Brad again after all these years.
“Great. Is seven still all right?”
“Sure,” I repeated, feeling a little dazed. All I really wanted at that moment was to go inside, crawl into bed, and sleep for about a hundred years.
“I’ll see you then.” Brad kissed me for a third time, again on the lips, but quickly — just his way of saying goodbye.
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