As soon as I step outside my dorm building, I notice a black Maserati parked in the walkway, literally. He’s parked cockeyed and blocking the main entrance of the building. It’s the type of arrogance that says, I’m too lazy to park in the parking lot and walk like a normal person. When I get closer to the car the door opens, swinging up instead of out. Tucking the long skirt of the dress behind myself, I slide into the leather seat easily before the door comes back down, officially locking me inside. Asher is in the driver’s seat, his brown hair perfectly styled, not a strand of hair out of
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