I felt his eyes on me long before he said anything.
Slow, lingering… the kind of look that touches your skin before he ever does.
We were sitting close close enough that our knees brushed under the table.
He didn’t move away.
Neither did I.
Him: “You smell… different tonight.”
His voice...
Have you noticed that no one really goes on dates anymore? When was the last time you really went on a proper date?
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