“Yes, I"ll come in. I was going to ask to anyway, but good job selling it.” He breathed. Originally, he had hoped they"d be alone at her house, because he wanted her out of that dress in the worst way, but being at home with his mom and sister sleeping upstairs was much safer. Memories of the last time she"d stood in his kitchen were hard to ignore, but he washed them away with all of the words he"d practiced saying in his head a million times. A pot of coffee brewed while she sat on the porch, and he grabbed her a sweatshirt from his closet.
“Here, it"s cold,” he told her, handing it over.
“Oh, thanks, yeah, it"s so crazy that this is summer. In Phoenix I"d still be sweating in one hundred degree heat at night.”
“Yeah, but then there"s the seventy degree Christmases to enjoy.”
“True,
