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Doesn't matter, I'm over it

The cars ahead of h for h of relief I' mansion in Brentwood

Cyprus trees tower over the thick iron fence aroundit impossible to see the house frolance at clock on ure I’ll surely make it on time for Dad’s cake As I drive closer to their house, I see the gate is wide open, so I blindly whipstop The front ofup like a fan as I sreen truck

Fuck

My hands are tightly squeezing the wheel, knuckles going white as steam billows out from under my hood on both sides

“Whoa! Whoa!” Aaround from the front of the truck

With jet black hair that shines blue under the sun, he throws his thick muscular ars his hair tight against his scalp, allowing me to see all of his face His handsome, devilishly sexy, face

He has a sharp jawline with a shadow of stubble that runs from his chin up both of his cheeks and connects with his sideburns He's wearing a white t-shirt that fits so snugly to his chest I can see his bulging pecs and the rippling abs of his washboard stoh the short sleeves as he continues to squeeze his head

I' on hie to ister the crack spidering acrossfrom under my hood All I can do is stare at this beast of a man as he comes toward my car

There's an expression of worry on his face as he bypasses the daht?” he asks

His cologne swirls through the air as the wind blows, rendering ood, like citrus and basil with a hint of sandalwood “Uh, yeah, I'm fine,” I finally force myself to answer

“You sure? You didn't hit your head or anything?” His eyes scan htly His hand is so gentle, like he's afraid I'll crumble if he touches me any harder “Do you hurt anywhere?”