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Iris
Me, too. I feel like I could have spent the rest of the night dancing and talking to you.
Landen
I’m thrilled to know I’m not alone.
He hadn’t wanted to leave, either. It seemed Landen and I had been skirting around our attraction for far too long.
Iris
If you only knew…
There was a small part of me that wished I had the courage to tell him how long I’d been thinking about him. Or, maybe more specifically, what kinds of things I thought about.
My eyes remained focused on the text conversation, but as the seconds ticked by, a response never came from Landen.
Had I said too much?
Just as I was about to figure out a way to backtrack, my phone rang, and it was Landen’s name that came up on the display.
“Hello?”
“What don’t I know?”
“What?”
His laughter came through the line. “You said, if I only knew… I’m wondering what it is that I don’t know.”
I thought it was a good thing Landen and I were talking to each other over the phone, because I blushed at the thoughts that ran through my mind. There was no question he’d take one look at me and know precisely what kinds of things I’d been hiding from him.
Landen hadn’t done anything to make me think he wouldn’t enjoy hearing about the fantasies that had been playing out in my mind for months, but a big part of me thought it was far too soon. He hadn’t even kissed me.
Maybe I could simply tease him for now.
“I’m not sure I should reveal all those details just yet. I mean, we haven’t even had our first date.”
“I would have made it happen already if you hadn’t had visitors this weekend.”
I groaned at the thought. What else would he have done?
Landen’s laughter came through the line. “You sound frustrated, Iris. Maybe you should tell me what’s going on inside that mind of yours.”
“Oh, Landen. I don’t think we have that kind of time on our hands today.”
I could hear the amusement in his tone when he said, “It seems like I might have to plan this first date as soon as humanly possible.”
“That would be appreciated. I’m really looking forward to it, if I’m honest.”
“Yeah?”
Why was he so surprised by that? “Well, you told me a few nights ago that you had been wanting to ask me outon a date for a long time. I’ve been wishing you would do exactly that for months.”
There was a brief bout of silence before he said, “Friday.”
“What?”
“If you’re free, I’d like to take you out on a date on Friday evening. Will that work for you?”
