“My
ancestors would haunt me if I let you pay on our first date,” Omar says,
turning to Precious and placing his long legs on either side of her bar stool.
The first three buttons of his shirt are undone, and his proximity is making
Precious aware of the deep V of skin showing. When he leans in close to her,
Precious thinks he smells like sandalwood and sex. That’s when it occurs to her
that she hasn’t been sexually attracted to another man besides Darius in two
years, much less slept with one.
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