In the wee hours of the night, Bill whispered into Claire’s ear, “Please come home with me tonight, Claire. I’m so taken with you, I don’t want to say goodnight.” He placed his palm on her face and looked into her eyes, happy to see her silent answer. He added, “This is the best night I’ve had in years, and it’s only going to get better. Come, let’s go.”
Claire hadn’t been with a man for some time, but this was comfortable. They were good together. She gladly stepped into the cab with him, her anticipation full of good thoughts. After all, what could go wrong when everything was so right?
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