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Before she could talk herself out of it, Honey opened the app she’d already downloaded last month and checked to see if the pottery place had any openings. There were two slots free at one o’clock.
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I’ve been thinking about going to paint pottery.
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Pottery, hmmm? That sounds like fun. Could I try it with you?
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You want to come paint?
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I’ve got a steady hand. I’ll try it. Fair warning, I don’t have any artistic talent. No laughing at my project. When could we go?
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The Happy Potter has two vacancies at one.
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Grab them, Honey. Do you need me to send you money now, or can I pay for us at the art place?
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We do that there. I can take care of mine.
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Honey reopened the app, holding her breath. Would they still be there? She blew out a shaky gust of air as she spotted the same two spots. Quickly, she reserved the spaces.
She flipped back to messenger to see if he’d come up with an excuse not to go. The screen was blank under her message. Razor waited patiently for her to complete her mission.
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Got them!
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Perfect, Little girl. We’ll eat first. I’ll be at your door at eleven. I’ll take you to get a quick bite, and we’ll head to the pottery place.
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“Oh, my gosh, Beatrice. I have a date! And…. He called me Little girl. I feel like pinching myself to see if it’s real.”
She checked the time and panicked. Her cellphone displayed ten thirty. She only had thirty minutes before Razor got there. Without allowing herself time to debate what to wear, Honey dashed into her closet and grabbed clothes. She’d stepped into her jeans when the knock sounded. “Coming!”
She paused for a minute to zip and button her pants before opening the door. Razor stood there looking incredibly yummy. He wasn’t wearing his leather vest today, and she stared at how toned and fit he looked in the snug T-shirt that stretched over his powerful chest. Swallowing hard, Honey forced her brain to work and lifted her gaze to meet his dancing brown eyes. He’d noticed her checking him out. Just kill me now. “Hi!” she forced herself to say.
“Hi, Honey. Ready to grab something to eat?”
“Um, not quite. I need to put some makeup on,” Honey told him and smoothed her bangs off out of her eyes. “Ugh! And brush my hair. Sorry. I never function well too early in the morning. She pulled her hand away from her forehead, planning to whack herself for being an idiot.
He caught her hand and assured her, “We have plenty of time.”
She held her breath as he drew her hand to his mouth and leaned closer to press his warm lips against her palm. A thrill zipped through her, seemingly on a direct path to her most intimate space. As she clenched her thighs together, Honey stared into his deep brown eyes and shivered due to the connection between them. How did he affect her so strongly?
