'I want the K' bc reasons
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
Getting an invitation to go to dinner wasn’t something Peter had planned for. Especially from her. Didn’t she hate him in high school?
Oh man, I really hope she doesn’t ask me about her show...cause I still haven’t listened to one broadcast.
A couple hours later and one dinner—make that a dinner at restaurant that he could never have gotten into. Ever. And he definitely didn’t expect to have as good of a time as he did, practically smiling the entire time as they walked down the sidewalk to her building.
❝Okay,❞ He began as he stopped in front of the door and slipped his hands into his pockets, ❝Well this was actually a really good night. A lot better than last time I saw you.❞ Lightly bouncing on his heels, hoping he wasn’t reading too much into their dinner, leaning in on his toes and pressing a light kiss to her lips.
❝I don’t know why I did that—I thought that—okay I’m gonna go before I get thrown in front of a car.❞