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But to me, it’s just… sweet. Something that can be tolerated so as not to offend anyone.

Maybe next time? After all, even before him, I hadn’t had men with whom I could get butterflies in my stomach. On the other hand-who needs butterflies in their stomachs when they have a good dinner and delicious wine?

– I have to go, – I politely but insistently wrestle out of his grasp, and Shea groans sadly, leaning her head back on the back of the seat.

– You’re like a ghost, Margot – slipping through my fingers. – In his attempt to smooth over his disappointment with a joke, there is undisguised chagrin. But just when I decide to suggest a pause in our communication, he pulls me to him again, deliberately so that I have nothing to hold on to – and I am forced to lie down on his chest. – I’ll get movie tickets for tomorrow, okay?

– Mmmm… the day after tomorrow. – Okay, who am I to argue with fate? What if, while we’re sitting next to each other holding hands like romantic couples should, that “zing!” from the children’s monster cartoon happens? – That’s it, I really have to go.