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Sighing, I glanced out at the parking lot again Snoas starting to pile up on the bikes and cars Bleakness sed et home The compulsion to seal ain rose up inside et the recklessness of this night but I had to get it behind"In a dorhtly and the sound rubbed like velvet on aze skiet you ho at ia Or just take a ride froia and Pepper wouldn’t have to kno stupid I was for going out with Annie in the first place and drinking toothe carefree party girl in charge of her fate And the next tiht to voiceto her All these less than coherent thoughts chugged throughlot and stopped, turning halfaiting for irl would want to climb all over him And he could handle it, too He wouldn’t break a sweat I squeezed s wrapped around his lean hips, his big paledquickened

"C’mon You don’t have to be scared I promise I’? But it was his: You don’t have to be scared that got to me Taunted me I wasn’t scared Ever I wouldn’t allowmy chin, I stepped forward and followed hi ave the truck and hirees out"

So he did have a bike That ie of him wasn’t totally dashed then He pulled the door open for entleuys I hooked up with didn’t get the door for me

I shoved the comparison aside and cli I fu several tirip God I really was drunk

I exhaled a deep breath and stared straight ahead, willing myself into sobriety

It wasn’t the first time I’d drunk a little tooI was at the an this way?

I shivered a little where I sat and not just froers around ether

Then he was in the truck cab with ine over It purred to life He adjusted the heat The air puffed out cold frorabbed an ice scraper fro the door shut, he hopped out and scraped the s free of ice and snoith strong, sure lass, and his look of concentration did sohter Stupid I knew that achy little squeeze for what it was, and I couldn’t let ht nose; and sensual, well-carved lips aside--he wasn’t my type As if to confirot back inside the truck "You’re taking inning to think I was a freak "I got that, yeah" Chafing his hands, he blew air into theain as he waited for the truck to warm up Like I wasn’t worth the time, and that made me feel a little foolish

"Are you a student?" I asked, relieved that the question sounded nore?"

I nodded "Yeah"

He lowered his hands froe boy to you?"

No Not any of the boys I went to college with at least "Did you finish high school?"

He h school"