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“Nice shirt, babe. Didn’t know you were into Metallica.”
That’s when Mr. Santos whips his head around, and I notice he’s in the middle of biting into a spoonful of cereal and almost chokes as he looks at my chest.
He catches me staring, and I look away quickly.
but my eyes trail to his face, and he glances at me briefly before putting the truck into drive and gunning it.
OMG THE SEXUAL TENSION IS INSANE
Seeing her in my Metallica shirt did something to me.
If he wants me to be a sunflower, then I’m his.
