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I just wish we could go somewhere where no one knows us for once. Somewhere fun!” She threw her arms up in exasperation.
Standing in her dressing room, he reached for some hats on a shelf. He gathered her hair up, sweeping his hands across the back of her neck to get the little hairs, and placed the bowler hat on top of the mess he’d made. He grinned and added her wide-brimmed and rose-colored beach hat to his own bald head.
“We’ll need to swap clothes too,” he added as he pulled on a pair of gold sunglasses shaped like hexagons and laughed at the sight of them. He handed her a sleek, athletic pair and then turned to grab something from the closet.
She was already doubled over in laughter by the time he faced her again with the paisley shirt held triumphantly in front of himself.
“What?” He grinned. “You can pick mine. I promise.”
He helped her shrug the ridiculous shirt on and couldn’t help holding onto her hips as she faced the closet this time, searching for her own idea of fun. She laughed deeply as she grabbed a hanger and turned around quickly with the pastel Zimmerman frock squeezed between their bodies.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, but took the dress from her hands before leaning in to tease her with an almost-kiss.
“Take me to Coney Island,” she said. Was she serious? Their eyes both sparkled with that special brand of mischief that they didn’t share with another single soul.