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Don’t ask just how Travis and Deziree wound up swapping numbers. Maybe it was sometime during her backseat car fixin’ or maybe it had been a slip up during the Hootenanny. The point was: they had. Had he thought for one moment that would mean he’d be getting multiple texts from her at 3AM? Absolutely not but here we are. It was the ‘please’ that had thrown him. He would have said yes anyway but the please... That had made it serious. He hadn’t had to know Deziree very long at all to figure she wasn’t one for manners (probably thought they were for ugly people or something).
So he got up, left a note for his parents, managed to half button up his plaid (a slither of skin on display, oh my) and forget he had his reading glasses propped up on his head from the book before bed. His hair was a goner and there had only been time to throw coffee in a thermos before he was driving the family station wagon to Deziree’s place. The house sure lived up to her attitude, that was forsure.
He hopped out of the car, leaving the engine running and couldn’t help the smile on his face when he saw her. Aw, this was... She was... This was priceless. “Hey there... You look good. Coffee?”
