A Dead End

I frowned. “You come to my home uninvited to... ask me out?”

Rowan leaned against the porch railing, completely unbothered. “Technically, it’s not a date. It’s a trip.”

I scoffed. “Oh, my mistake. You came uninvited to my home to ask me on a trip.”

He grinned. “See? That sounds much better.”

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