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Oh Right The doorbell wasn’t working

“I’m sorry, the doorbell wasn’t…”

“I know,” I interrupted rudely

His voice trailed off and silence fell between us as a s by and I just figured he would be here alone” He shrugged and winked “Though I did knock”

“You knocked” Unbelievable What the hell Had I doubled up on ? Taken klonopin instead of lithium? My eyebrow shot up “And how did you make it past the doorman?”

His smile widened and diraph?”

Who the hell was he? I sure as hell didn’t need a name to answer that question

He was at least six foot four, ide shoulders and an i to hide Foo Fighters spread across his pectorals in white, and a wide, weathered leather belt didn’t do much to hold up the pair of worn and equally weathered jeans that covered his long legs It was hot as sin out there but he wore boots, Docs by the look of it

He had thick dark hair the color of fresh espresso that was long, just touching the tops of his shoulders It waved across his forehead and over slid over his ears It was kind of uys spent a good a to achieve I somehow doubted this one wasted money on products or time in front of the mirror He was too self-assured It fell off him in invisible waves

His eyes were as dark as his brows, his chin and cheekbones strong and shadoith stubble His mouth had a sensual curve to it, one that should have looked out of place on such a uy, but somehow it didn’t

I was guessing he was a few years older than ed him at maybe twenty-four?