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So, Bella's replayed our conversation as many times as I have! She drains away my tension without laying a hand on me this time.
"Yep, I'm that guy. We're still on for tomorrow night, right?"
Shit. Why did I phrase that like a question she could wriggle out of when I'd already sealed the deal?
"Unless you've changed your mind…" she answers tentatively.
Jesus Horatio Christ! "No, Bella." I shake my head violently. "No way."
"Phew! I thought maybe you decided you hated your haircut and I was the second coming of Delilah!"
"You are the farthest thing from Delilah!"