A. Johnson

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“Why would you think you make me nervous, Andretti?” Backing me into the right corner of the elevator, he stared into my eyes intensely. I would’ve closed them if he hadn’t spoken. If I hadn’t heard that voice… “Because of this.” Andretti ran a single finger down the side of my cheek, and I jumped unintentionally. “You jumpin’ like a frog every time I touch your beautiful ass.” Closing the small space we had left between us, the tips of his shoes met mine and he slowly ran his tongue across his lips. “Do I make you nervous, Nim?” A lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t find the words to say ...more
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