She looks away, and unease creeps in. "I suddenly realized, back at the door, that this date is two opposing things for us."
My brows pucker. "What do you mean?"
"It's a first date for me." She's wringing her hands in her lap. "But no matter how hard you try, it can't be that for you. There's a history between us that only you remember."
"You're right." I bob my head. "And it's hard, but I fucking need this. I want to show you just how goddamn amazing we are together."
We lock gazes.
"Okay." She nods, conceding. "Show me."
I know this was funner at 2 a day, so I'm trying to write more.
