Secondhand Purses
“‘Pick you up in about fifteen minutes.’ I sat there, staring at my phone. I had thought I was going to meet him there. That was what he had said, right? I replayed our last conversation in my mind. Yup, that’s what he’d said. I didn’t know if this was a good idea. I mean, us going together seemed too much like a date, right? Too much like we were a couple?
‘Thought I was meeting you there.’ ‘Nope, picking you up. Friends do that, too.’ Well, he had me on that one. I looked down at my workout clothes, suddenly very self-conscious about what I’d chosen. I went over to the mirror in the foyer, to double check for camel toe. Everything seemed to be in order. I was about to run upstairs to get a long t-shirt instead of the tank I was wearing when heard the knock on the door.
Crap. Too late.
I opened the door and nearly had a 1800s English romance novel level swoon.
I mean, seriously.
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