“Sleep does sound good.” She smiled. “Are you sure you still want to date a self-absorbed, judgmental, know-it-all that steals stories from her friends?”
“I have it on good authority she’s worth it.” He reached over to cup her cheek. “So, is it a date?”
She ran her hands up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders and whispered, “It’s a date.”
His smile spread across his face, and he held her gaze. “You won’t be sorry.”
She looked back at him with a smirk. “You seem pretty confident about this date. What if it doesn’t work out? What makes you think I’m not going to have a horrible time and leave?”
“That won’t be possible.” he responded with a twinkle in his eye.
“Pretty sure of yourself there, aren’t you, Kent?”
