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I blush at the slightest provocation, which is an eh I try to re blush

Every cloud has a silver lining and all that

Willing the colour away, I bringto brush off the sudden weird vibe by giving

“No matter what time of year,” she continues blithely, “in A”

Jet lag definitely We’re talking weather, and there’s nothing sketchy about that

“Well, that’s the one thing we can always guarantee,” Lukas says in that tone again “No ?”

“I do so love getting wet in Aers over her husband’s to still his wandering hand “But it isn’t all summer showers and canals”

“No, of course,” I agree, iain “I look forward to visitingup a little culture And then there are windmills, and tulips and—”

“And sex” What the hat? Lukas’s eyes widen salaciously “Amsterdam is such a sexual city And so much fun” And then he snorts

Exceptno, that wasn’t hi his wife

I sit straight in my seat at the realisation that theat the table behind Lukas and Annika The hottie, I mentally amend I saw him arrive I mean, I’m pretty sure anyone with a pulse are of him as he’d walked in with a couple of friends They were a total thirst trap Which, if you ask uys in razor-sharp suits But it wasn’t just their ih they’d just stepped froazine shoot that uess you could call it You know the type of men I mean; uy noho has to be six-two, easily Fair of hair, broad of chest, and superhero-ed of jaw Or whatever A real city gent A snorting city gent, one who see in Lukas’s words Or maybe in my predicament Either way, Lukas doesn’t see

“It is such a liberating city We love to visit To take in the sights To stimulate the senses”