As their date grew closer, Trent got more and more excited. He had to do something that would top the skating rink. This time he wanted to do something more personal, like what she had done by taking him to the fishing spot. Only he wasn’t sure yet what he wanted to do. Trent pulled his shirt over his head and plodded downstairs in search of much-needed coffee. Once he had the steaming cup of Joe, Trent went to sit down on the couch, hoping to enjoy a few minutes of solace, but a hurried banging on the door stopped him just as he was about to sit. He swore silently and went to answer the door. His hand was just about on the knob when it flew open
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