"And you'd rather be here with me than on the back of a Harley." Laughing, I come back around and realize we're going to need something to drink out of. My mind isn't working right tonight. I climb on a stool, lean over the bar, and grab two glasses. My feet ache, my skin is sparking from being touched by Damien, and I'm so ready to relax. "Is a shot of Jack good with you?" I look over my shoulder to find Damien openly checking out my butt. Perhaps the faded cutoff jean shorts weren't such a bad idea after all. "More than good. It's perfect." "When did you get so cocky?" I tease, plopping onto
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