Chapter Fifteen
Hannah
From the moment Mike sat down, all I wanted to do was rake my fingers through his hair and find out if it was really as soft as it looked. His head was right there, an easy outstretch of my arm and I’d touch it. Would he balk or lean into my hand like a kitten?
I sighed.
Truth-be-told, I couldn’t tell you what the plot of the movie was about. Those kisses in the basement kept tugging at my focus, and no guy had ever said he wanted to woo me before. It was like stepping into the old films with a world filled with gentlemen looking for that one girl to devote the rest of their lives to. Men who opened doors and tipped their hats and said please and thank you and ma’am and excuse me. Men who never let a girl down.
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