You invited me to dinner at the Sorensen’s on an evening when they were not home. This was our second or third date. It was just you and me. You cooked chicken thighs on a bed of rice. The meal was tasty.
After we ate, we sat on the floor in the Sorensen’s living room and talked. We were sharing stories to get to know one another. At one pause in the conversation, I was just watching you. You looked at me and asked, “What are you thinking?” My response was to lean over and kiss you. To which you responded, “Do you want to think it again?”
Of course, I did!
And we did!
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