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“Sure,” I said “Let et your door”

I got out and opened her door for her, helping her out of the truck in her modest heels She wasn’t wobbly drunk, but the sideas cobblestone, and I didn’t want to take any chances on a sprained ankle if I could help it

We went inside, and she tossed her coat onto a chair

“I’ll be right back,” she said “Make yourself at home It’s only fair since I did in yours”

She laughed an adorable laugh as she went into her bedroom and shut the door She came back a few minutes later in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was so a bottle of water from the kitchen, she plopped down on the couch

We talked for a little while,to surface stuff Neither one of us seemed quite ready to open up about our lives too much yet, but I felt the pull to do so, which kind of weirdedtiot to me and made me want to tell her about myself

“Well, it’s getting late,” I said, glancing atsleepy”

“No, I’m not,” she yawned

“Yeah, I think you are,” I said “But before I go, reave you my number to text me?”

“Yeah?”

“You texted me back from a blocked number”

“Oh, that’s right,” she said “I disabled caller ID, and it automatically texts from an email address”

“Ah,” I said “Interesting Well, if you don’t wantif I could have your actual number”

She s a pen and paper She scribbled a nuht it to me We stood just a foot from each other, the heat between us palpable and thick

“There you go,” she said, her voice low and al

“Thank you” There was a moment where we stared at each other briefly, and then I sht”

I opened the door and headed out, turning once as I reached the botto