I was almost afraid of what she would say."I think so," she responded, "Are you?"I nodded, and held her close. My stomach was fluttering with butterflies. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kissed her gently and whispered in her ear. "Yes," I said, "I love you."Lisa opened the door, to find Doug standing on the porch. A light rain was falling. For a moment, the three of us just stood at the door, all of us feeling a bit awkward."Well, come inside," Lisa said, inviting him in, "it's wet out." Doug stepped into the house, and I took his raincoat, stowing it in the closet. Lisa asked if either of us wanted a beer, and we both blurted out yes, a bit too abruptly. The three of us made our way to the living room, where we sat on the couch and made small talk. All three of us were feeling nervous about the whole situation, but after a few drinks everyone began to relax, our tensions melting away, and soon we were laughing and joking together.Lisa complained that her feet hurt, and Doug. He couldn’t stop himself from standing in the hallway and watching her disappear into the stairwell. He still thought she had a gorgeous ass. Emma glanced at the bank clock and cussed. Traffic. She was going to be late again. She started to sweat a little inside the skin of the jacket. Most people had already given up their winter coats. She clung to hers for as long as any common sense or far out excuse would allow. She thought she might have another couple of weeks. Sitting with the windows down, stuck three blocks from where she needed to be, not a parking space in sight, she knew she’d have to hang it up. Frustrated, she finally wrestled the damn thing off. To her, the pale skin of her arms glowed neon in the sunlight. There was no such thing as a tan for a redhead like her. She cringed at the idea of the coming Georgian summer sun. She occupied her thoughts with fantasies about being a brunette or living in a colder climate. Anything to not think about Noah. At last, traffic.
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