Epilogue
I dashed down the steps to Casey’s car before he could even open the driver’s door. Okay, maybe I was a little nervous. And hyper. I skidded next to his parking spot.
He opened the door. “I was about to come up to your apartment and get you.”
“I know. I saved you the trip.” I twirled around to show him what I was wearing. I’d actually never twirled before but Jesse had me watch Julie Andrews a few nights ago, so I’d been practicing. I’d decided on some new designer jeans I’d bought and a light blue dress shirt. “How do I look?”
“Hot. You look hot.” Casey said, crossing his arms and leaning against his car. “What are you trying to do to me? We’re going to my mom’s.”
“I want to look good.”
“You look good.” His gaze raked over me, his pupils dilating. “You look really good.”
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