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Leaning over and fighting the te, I search for the last ofho to leave, when a low rumble causes the tinted wall-to-s to reverberate

The doors burst open and a couple walks inside, soaking wet, the wood!" I cry,

I run to the door when a allantly pulls it open for ripsvoice as he steadies me on ht blue Mustang All I have in my name All I have to sell because I desperately need the money and ant it now? It’s a convertible and a little old, but it’s as cute as it is unique, hite interior seats to match the tent top But now it’s outside in this rain, with its top down, becoright with it

"I assu look on your face that that’s your car," the rolling voice says

I helplessly nod and lift h the distance, illu his features

And I can’t speak

Or think

Or breathe

His eyes grab istering that his face is stunning Hard jaw, high cheekbones, strong forehead His nose is classic, sleek, and elegant, and the lips beneath are full and curved, firod, he’s edible His dark hair flips playfully in the wind He’s tall and broad shouldered and dressed in dark slacks and a dark turtleneck that erous

But his eyes

They’re an indecipherable color, but it’s not the color, it’s the stare, the incredible shine Framed with thick black lashes, his eyes shine as brilliant as the brightest lights I’ve ever seen As they quietly assess my features in return, those narrowed eyes feel as powerful as X-rays, and they see especially because I-- to amuse this man, thisfk, I have no name for him Except Eros Cupid himself God of love In the flesh

I used to think Cupid used an arrow but I don’t feel as if I’ve been pierced by an arrow I feel like I’ve been hit By a rocket

As I keep standing here, floored by the over six feet of total hotness before loved hand and puts his other free one on my hip to hold me in place And I feel it I feel the touch race down ht downmy toes "Stay here," he says into my ear, then he pulls up the collar of his turtleneck until it becomes a hood in the back, and he runs across the street

I watch hi soaked The hips through the streets so hard, I have to use both hands to try to flatten my skirt so it doesn’t fly up to h the pounding rain, suddenly as deterot this!" He leaps into the front seat, turns on the car, and the top starts coets stuck

After a squeal of protest, the fker starts co back down

"ARGH, SHIT!" I hurry into the street and suddenly the drops of rain bo me in a second I swear I want to yell Fuck you! at the inruined and I want to screauy leaps out and then pulls off his sweater in one quick jerk He spreads theit to shieldover the building entry

"No! I’ll help you My precious car!" I cry and push at his chest, trying to get him to back off, but he’s a head taller and built of steel

"I’ve got your car," he promises He hands me his soaked turtleneck and adds, "Hold this," before he runs back out