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“Well, you must be a weirdo then”

My mouth twitches into a smile Who the fuck says weirdo these days?

“Most definitely Aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah”

She takes a step closer and le inside her

Her eyes narrow “So, what's your story, weirdo?”

I picture that luscious led mess, while I pin her wrists to her sides and s

“My story is boring, angel You don’t look like you’re too happy to be here”

“Well, sos we don’t want to do” She frowns and her lashes flutter So about the expression, ain

She’s jailbait

My gaze desperately searches for proof that I’ fros to her flawlessly plump skin to the rounded-toes of her pumps, tells me she has the power to destroy me

Fuck

Too fucking young to be in this bar Too fucking young to be giving me a hard-on

The object offantasy could get me arrested

I need to know I need to be sure I’m ready to wait for her

“Why did you order a club soda? Not old enough for soer?” My question wipes the sweet smile off her face

Her brows lift “Because I don’t like alcohol”

“Why?” My sharp question sounds like an accusation

When she shrugs, she looks like a little girl I want to break so Or set the world on fire for this injustice For bringing her to me when I cannot have her

Not yet

“Believe it or not, turning into a stu to me”

“How old are you?” I snap I have to kno long I need to wait for her How long the law tells me I have to wait

Her mouth falls open and she backs up a step “What are you, a cop?”

“Tell me”

“Tell you what?”

I take a slow breath, forcing myself to use a softer tone “Tell me how old you are, princess”