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Opening the passenger door, I have every intention of laying the seat back and closing my eyes This ain’t my first rodeo with those two; this little sexcapade could last a while

The overhead light clicks on when the door opens and irl I’ve ever seen is sleeping in the driver’s seat Soirl and ood impression consuht er seat so the light can click off

“Hey there” Fucking, hell What am I, sixty? Who talks like this? Why can’t I be normal and just say hi

The girl doesn’t say anything She doesn’t saze darts over to me a few times Maybe I can save this “You’re pretty”

“Thanks” She looks out the ards my truck

I stare at her, waiting for her to look at ain One second Two seconds Four seconds Shit

There’s no other choice I have to pull out o-to line It’s a hook, line, and sinker every time “I’m a bull rider”

It all starts with her eyes They find me first, and then her head turns A fraction of a second later, the corners of her mouth lift into a small but noticeable smirk

There’s a sweet satisfaction knowing that I’ve broken through her façade, but all I want is to taste those lips I’d probably be useless for anything else tonight Gotta love Jack Daniels

I lean closer and her scent ain, “I’m a bull rider”

The girl laughs and shakes her head If I hadn’t drank a fifth of whiskey, IMost of the girls around here throw themselves at me, but not this one The fact that she doesn’t want me makes me want her even more One way or another, I in her over

She turns her head, bringing her gaze to mine It’s too dark to tell what color her eyes are but I bet they’re beautiful “I have a boyfriend”

“I don’t see hiht” I reach my hand out and touch her cheek I stare at her lips, unable to think about anything else Most of the girls I screw around with taste like beer I’d putshe’ll taste like cherry because of the Chapstick in the center console

The overhead light clicks on, blinding me My eyes are slow to adjust but when they do, I open the passenger door, stand, and watch this chick cross the parking lot

She pounds her fist against the side of otten her face beaten if she were a dude “I swear to god, Kelly, if you aren’t in your car in onewithout you”