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“What do you think? What did you tell me you wanted to do last night?”
It’s like his whole body has been doused in Headlights’ Signature Five-Alarm Buck Wild Wing Sauce. His fingers actually twitch.
Who cares what he said? What he will do, in less than twenty-four hours, is take her by the hips and toss that salad until his tongue falls off.
She’s still waiting for an answer, though. Her eyes narrow. “You don’t remember.”
The breastaurant where Rey works starts making servers wear even shorter shorts. Ben notices. God does Ben notice.