He looked sexy driving this old truck with the window down and his hair floating along in the wind. His knowing eyes met mine, catching me as I was appreciating him. Then he flexed his bicep, subtly tightening his muscle as he casually held on to the steering wheel. I couldn’t contain the cackle that erupted from me. It was so ridiculous. I was a mess with my hair plastered to my face and neck, and he was flirting with me.
THEYRE SO CUTE
