Mickey“You are sure this is okay?” I asked, gripping Kayden’s hand as we stood at Derrick’s front door.Somehow, I made my way to Derrick's house with my daughter beside me. “Mama, you have asked me three times already,” Kayden said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “We came here to have dinner, didn't we?”I exhaled a shaky breath. She was right. It was just dinner. But the intestines in my stomach were getting tied up in knots. I didn't want to have anything to do with this guy standing in front of his door and accepting all his invites. Isn't this pathetic, Mickey? And doesn't this make me look cheap?Before I could rethink my decision, the door opened, and there he was, standing in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans.“You made it. I'm so grateful. please come into my humble abode,” he said, stepping aside to let us in.The scent of something delicious filled the air, and I caught sight of a beautifully set dining table. “Mickey,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine, “I’m real
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