Caroline

“A date?” I question him as I look up from my computer screen. Nash is standing in front of my desk, asking me out on a freaking date. “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing already?”

“No.” He plays with the edge of his shirt, an adorably annoying habit I haven't recognized yet. “We’ve been hanging out at each other’s houses and doing things away from the prying eyes of others. I’d like to take you out tonight.”

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