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“Did you do something different with your hair?”
Fitz’s hand was halfway to his head before he stopped himself. “I combed it. Does it look alright?”
“You look very handsome.” Jemma smiled at him. “Shall we?”
“Yeah, um.” Should he offer his arm? Or could he hold her hand?
“Oh Fitz.”
Jemma stepped into his space and his arms automatically wrapped around her. She kissed him, long and deep. There was tongue.
“What was that?” Fitz asked when his brain could function again.
“Starting our first date properly,” Jemma said. “Now, dinner?”
“You and me, yeah.” He held her hand.