"Good night and good luck," they said together and the call ended.
I had a few minutes to get it together before Stacy walked out of the bedroom in an olive green dress. It was my favorite thing on her. She wore it on our first unofficial date after we got together. I can't believe I'm now separating our dates into official and unofficial. Everything about us being whatever the f**k we were for the last six months was now triggering to me.
"You look beautiful. You're always beautiful," I said, holding my hand out to her.
"Thanks," she said, beaming at me as she took my hand in hers.
I told her this was only happening if we could ditch the feds by going out through the fire escape and catching a cab, as I didn't feel like being stalked all night. After some reluctance, she agreed.
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