Her hand reached into the bag and picked out the neatly folded cotton shorts. In a matter of seconds, she had washed up and changed into them, the simple fabric settling comfortably against her skin. She then stepped into the private room where they had eaten earlier, finding Calvin sitting quietly, waiting.“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.“Oh I was just waiting for you,” he replied softly.“How sweet,” she muttered, smiling shyly at him as the chair creaked softly under her weight.After they finished eating, they drove quietly toward her apartment, the city lights drifting past the car windows like scattered, glowing memories beneath the night’s veil. The journey was wrapped in quiet comfort, broken only by the soft, steady hum of the engine and the unspoken warmth of their shared presence.Calvin parked in front of her apartment building and walked her inside, staying close as though shielding her from the stillness of the night.At her door, he paused and said softly, “Go in a
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