I'm not sure which was first: feeling his nose
brush against my ear or hearing the familiar lilt in his voice,
saying, "Excuse me." Either way, without turning even
a fraction of an inch I knew it was Dave, close enough to kiss
me, a moment both intimate and charmed. And as he brushed past me
he turned back quickly to flash a coy smile.
Heartbreaker.
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