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But cars were different… Cars were porn Cars were life

I let out a breath and unlocked the door,the open roads like hell Autobahn in Germany—sweet fuck Or any abandoned road that wasn’t too close to a city, where you could floor it without worrying about cops

A noise frohtwith my coffee machine

“Good , sunshine,” I said

I thought only teenagers were up all night and slept all day

He grunted so and adjusted the tie around his robe He must’ve just climbed out of bed Most days, he went downstairs to his own place to shower and get dressed

When he et violent with the machine, I hurried over “Hey, hey, hey—let’s not kill Cared hi way Christ

“You named the coffeemaker?” he muttered

“Any being or object that ood should have a na of hot objects, don’t I deserve a new car?”

Shannon leaned his hip against the counter and cocked his head at me “Is the hot object in question you or the car?”

I chuckled That would’ve been a great line for flirtin’ if that’d been his thing “An R8”

He let out a lohistle “That’s one hell of a car It does zero to sixty in under four seconds, doesn’t it?”

“Three point two” I smirked

He s down into his cup “Considering you’ve had to put up with me all fall, I want to say yes, you deserve a new car”

Fuckin’ A “That settles it I’ll call a dealership tomorrow”

Maybe I could take a weekend off work after the holidays and drive somewhere

“You could let me buy it for you,” Shan murmured

I laughed a little and removed his cup from the machine “That’s funny”

“I’ive you that car Especially after everything you’ve done for me this year”

He had to be joking

“And it’s your birthday” The way he said it—combined with his expression—was like he’d just re it I cannot believe I didn’t wish you a happy birthday thisbefore I went to bed”