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"What? Did he know you?"

He sht've Where's home, freckles?"

"Auburn"

He steps away frolass of water "Drink that, babe"

I do, looking down at my phone so I don’t have to look at his face I pull hie out Fuck, he's really worked-out Like a fitness model But in short shorts, boots, cropped sweat-shirts…plus, weird model clothes that must have been for real photo shoots There's this picture of hihts Sweet baby Jesus

"You want me to drive you?” he asks “I won't hurt you I kno it is"

I look up "Are you a dancer?"

"Used to do so"

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"An e-stripper" He grins, sot a rental I'll drive you ho deal"

"You don't have to do that"

"All good I was once a baby gay New to the ways of clubs and too rin, and I think I knohy people follow him "You want a shower first? The shower here is sick"

I shower in this h I don't think I need to When I turn the water off, he knocks and tellssome clothes outside the door Gray sweats and a soft, white, V-necked T-shirt with a tag that says JAMES PERSE I scoop it up, and thite Nike socks fall out

Shit, that was really kind of him I look at my own clothes, which smell like a bar, and tell myself I'll take this stuff off before he leavesthat it's a little weird he's being so nice, but it's hard to ie fro, looking freshly showered in black sweats and aout a cup ofblueberries?

"For the drive," he says

He wraps a finger under one of the straps of his pack "Got some Propel in here, and Advil" He does a sort of winky face and the gun thing with his hand "Berries first"

It h, which hurts ht "I' this white as fuck shirt of yours?"

"Yours now," he says, leading me toward the front door

I squint around the lush aparth-end it is How did I ht?

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