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I agreed to have dinner with Jake tonight, and I should have been scared or anxious because he was a freaking FBI agent and all, but to my surprise, I wasn't. I was kind of happy and excited about it and I really have no idea why.

I kept thinking about him for the last few days, his eyes, his sexy smile, everything. And I had to remind myself each time that if he knew a single thing about me, he would handcuff me and throw me to rot in prison. I also have a great feeling that I was starting to lose my mind, and Eric supported this theory a lot.

I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to clear my head, but it failed because my mind couldn't get Mr. FBI agent out of it. I sighed and gave up. I looked at the clock and it was already 5 PM, Jake said that he would pick me up at 6, so I should really start getting ready.

I started with having a
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The place and the view were both breathtaking, especially at night. We walked silently alongside the lake together for a couple of minutes, then I stopped to admire the view and I felt a breeze of air tickling my neck and cheeks softly. I took a deep breath and tackled a piece of my hair behind my ear, it was amazing, it made me feel free.

I noticed that Jake was looking at me the whole time with a slight smile on his face. "It seems that you really love the place here," Jake said with the same smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's one of my favorite places here in New York. I come here a lot when I need to relax or have something in mind worrying me," I said without taking my eyes off the beautiful view. "It's like my comforting place. Besides, it's really beautiful."

"It is. But believe me, the view is not the most beautiful thing here, right now," Jake said, smiling while looking at me.

I couldn't help but smile at him.

I didn't realize that I was staring at him longer than I should, but he was also staring at me. I looked away with a blush on my

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