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Just as the door was about to close behind them, she heard Mary Sue’s satisfied voice: “It’s about time.”

Isabelle jumped up cheering, “Yes!!!”

Sage hugged Cal tighter and smiled through her happy tears.

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SAGE

Sage tossed and turned in the spare bedroom she shared with Isabelle above the diner. It was early morning, still dark.

She had been up for a while, lying in bed. She had been thinking of Cal. Of his smile…his laugh. Of his body and how he looked when he was thoughtful. Or when he sat with her on the porch. Or when he trained wearing…not much.

Nope. Don’t Sage. Now is not the time or place…

That didn’t stop her from rubbing the throbbing ache between her thighs just once and then biting her lip as she turned towards the wall.

Words haven’t been invented …to describe how beautiful you are.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes as her traitorous hand moved again but she stopped it.

Fuck!

Sage sighed. She was going on a date tonight. With Cal. Tonight. She looked at the clock and sighed again thinking this is going to take forever.

She turned again facing the ceiling.

“Oh for the love of…!” Isabelle said, sounding sleepy, exasperated, and amused.

Sage looked over guilty as Isabelle threw a pillow at her.

“Isabelle—“

“Sage Thompson! Either go to sleep, rub one out, or go help Mary Sue open the diner!”

Sage looked at her shocked.

“I was not…rubbing⁠—“

Isabelle snorted as she threw another pillow and said, “Sure…you just have an itch…”

Sage blushed.

“Yeah an itch⁠—“

“That only Cal Meridian can scratch.”

Sage laughed and covered her face.

“Oooomg I know!! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Isabelle smiled and sat up stretching and yawned.

“It’s fine…we need to get up anyway.”

Sage blushed and sat up also, Cal’s oversized green hoodie wrapped around her.

“What do you mean? My date with Cal is tonight…”