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The first thing that struck Honi, apart from the large window with the amazing view of the church across the plaza, was how tidy Adi’s room was. Gone were the pants strewn everywhere, the T-shirts and blouses stacked on chairs and tables. The room was pristine.
Maybe not that surprising, given that Adi couldn’t have carried much luggage to Germany. He put her down on her feet, ignoring her disappointed pout. She was freaking him out a little with her enthusiasm. He didn’t mind her rubbing all over him, but they hadn’t left things on the best of terms back in the States. They’d agreed to stay in touch, but how much had she missed him? A lot, apparently, judging by her hand running down the front of his jeans. He grabbed it gently but firmly. They needed to talk.
He opened his mouth, b
