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“Yes?”
“I’m not really ready to go home,” she said.
“Do you want to go out for a drink?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
I cocked my head to the side. “A walk?”
“Actually, I was thinking maybe we could go back to your place,” she said softly.
I felt an immediate tug on my crotch. “You want to go back to my place,” I repeated.
“I think my place is a little less than pretty,” she said with a smile.
“My place it is.” I opened the car door for her.
I ran around the front. I was dangerously close to kicking up my heels. This was the best way for the night to end.
ChapterEighteen
Emmy
As we walked into his apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was it. We were going to do it. Maybe.
“Want a drink?” he asked.
“Please,” I replied.
“What are you up for?”
“I think wine or beer,” I answered.
“I have a bottle of wine,” he said and walked into his kitchen.
I kicked off my heels and followed him into the kitchen. I had been in his house many times before but today felt different.
He handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you.”
“Have you talked to your dad?” he asked.
We meandered toward the couch, sitting down beside each other. Normally, he would sit on one end and I would sit on the other. Sometimes, I would put my feet in his lap. It was all very normal, but tonight it felt like everything would be misconstrued as foreplay or flirting. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t want to flirt. At least I didn’t want him to think I was flirting. It was stupid. I was nervous for nothing. It was Luke.
“I have not,” I replied. “My mom has called a few times. She’s really trying to get me to move back in.”
“She misses you,” he said.
“I’m sure she does, but I can’t go back home,” I said. “I’m actually loving my independence. I know I don’t live in the best apartment, but it’s mine. I love it.”
“I’m glad you like it, but I have to say, I have some reservations about that place as well,” he commented.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I defended.
“Emmy, that place is on the verge of falling to the ground,” he said. “And I’m pretty sure I saw a prostitute take a date into the back corner when I went to pick you up.”
“Oh, that’s just Rhonda.” I laughed. “She’s harmless.”
“Is she a prostitute?” he asked.
