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The booths at Tiny Tokyo’s were literally tiny, and its tight seating arrangement meant Agathe’s knees rubbed up against Luke’s under the table. The dark and intimate space, along with the knee rubbing, shouldn’t have been a problem; they’d rubbed far more intimate parts before, but her tummy stirred and sank all the same, because nothing about this date felt natural.
Luke’s alluring grin spread. And watching him now, she longed to be away from this staring competition, one punctuated by food and dim lighting, and instead in his bedroom, giving him something else entirely to smile about.
“Thanks for staying back to help set up for Schneider’s meeting tomorrow.” His long fingers stroked the tips of hers on the tabletop. “You didn’t have to.”
She shrugged, tearing her gaze off his mou
