no, the fragrance of wild orange and honeysuckle demands my attention and floods my veins. Just like everything about this girl, it’s not a performance. It’s purely magnetic and sexy, and holy fucking shit, I absolutely cannot be looking at this girl with that bag tucked between her plush lips and its sinfully hot package inside, thinking these thoughts. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. Even though I want to. Clearing my throat like it’s full of rust, I readjust my cap, squeezing the brim. “Wait there.”
