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I roll my eyes, but it does feel a bit
weird to be going out with a man from my
parent's house.
He opens the door to his truck, and
I jump in. He climbs in, puts on some
pop, and pulls away from the house. He
reaches over and boldly takes my hand in
his, placing a kiss on my fingers.
His lips feel like torture against my
skin. I think about that kiss, and I'm
sure I'm blushing.
