24
Lark
Sam leaned forward over my desk. “I’m just saying…I want a real date.”
I shook my head, but my smile was megawatt. Everyone in the office had to have seen the change in me over the last two weeks. It was like a light had switched. Who knew getting laid would make me a little less insane and intense.
“We don’t have time to go out on a real date,” I told him. “The primary is a month away.”
“Not quite,” he said. “And anyway, who said anything about going out?”
I arched an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
He stepped around my desk and came to stand before me. He offered me his hand, and against my better judgment, I let him lift me to my feet. We were mere inches apart. My stomach tightened with excitement and nerves. I didn’t know how the campaign would react to us dating, considering
