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The e through me with a heap of messy, emotional sop I stepped up close to hime when I meet your parents?"

His nostrils flared in return, and a tingling spread up hs "I alant to touch you," he ers from my free hand fluttered up and over his cheek His eyes drifted closed before he sighed "And right now, I’d be totally fine with sticking ue down your throat while you met them"

I jerked my hand froh "Well, I don’t think I’ your hand"

"Thank God Because I wasn’t going to let go of it anyway"

I snorted even as a grin seeped out He reached ahead of us to push open the front door of the restaurant and then held it forthis close to his iddy inside, nevertheless I liked sweet, polite Oren as hty, playful Oren

The hostess approached, but Oren waved her off, telling her he’d already spotted his parents

"Where?" I murmured into his ear as alked deeper into the restaurant

"Right there" When he pointed thelanced over

They looked likewell, like parents I was shocked at how nore and parent-ly they appeared His ray hair coiled into soft curls And his dad looked just like himwith shorter, salt and pepper locks

I leaned up and whispered into Oren’s ear "Please tellto look just like your dad in twenty years, because"

He cranked his head around to sendout my dad?"

"What?" My face flushed hot, and I had to glare at hi so loudly "He looks like youlike the silver fox version of you I mean, coaze to the ceiling as if perplexed as to why he was having this conversation with irl who thinks hed, but then we moved even closer to his parents, and my smile died Just like that Because the nerves had set in