“If I was trying to pick you up, I might start with that,” I explain, trying not to laugh at how adorable her obliviousness is.
“It’s cute,” she assures me. “What else?”
“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, don’t they?”
She gets this one right way and laughs like she thinks I’m adorable.
And then she kisses me.
A soft, gentle brush of her lips and I’m not embarrassed to say I do the equivalent of a man swoon because it’s Demi and her lips are pressed against mine.
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