rides in on a loud street bike in the middle of the day. Not only that but a half-naked guy with tats. Holy shit! That was so hot! And you! Look at you!” “Me?” I looked down to realize I was still wearing the metallic teal shirt from the night before. A shirt far different than anything I’d worn to work before. I’d been so caught up in Drake, and everything that happened, that I didn’t even think about the outfit I was wearing. “Yes, you! My God, Pooks, you look gorgeous in that shirt.” She leaned in close, pulling the sides of my collar away, and gasped. “And you have a hickey!” I clapped my
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