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When they pass it to me, I take it and then take a seat at the table farthest from the door. I want to watch her arrive and see her expression before she notices I’m here.

I’m rewarded a few moments later when she walks in the door and glances around the coffee shop. She’s frowning until she spots me, and her face lights up.

Fuck me, that smile makes my cock hard.

“You already ordered?” She pouts, and I want to suck on that pretty pink lip.

“Tinsley,” the barista calls out, and her eyes brighten.

I walk over to the bar and grab the hot chocolate before I pass it to her. “Your usual.”

“This was supposed to be my treat. It was a thank you for fixing my car and then bringing it to me. That was so nice of you.”

“I didn’t think you’d like it if I refused you, princess.” My voice lowers, and I don’t intend for it to sound as suggestive as it comes out.

“Well, thank you.” She dips her chin, and I can see the blush of her cheeks. “Can I sit with you?”

“Yes.” My brain is screaming no, no, no even as my eyes travel down her body.

She’s wearing her school uniform with a pink bow tie and cardigan. Her plaid skirt is shorter than Charlie wears hers, and I wonder if she’s rolled it up. Her legs look soft, and I don’t miss how her knees spread a little as she takes her seat.

I sit down quickly and adjust myself under the table. Fuck, I can’t get my hard dick under control.

My mind is swirling as I wonder if she’s wearing panties. How easy would it be for me to check? Would she show me?

She takes the lid off her hot chocolate and licks at the marshmallows. When the white cream lands on her chin, I reach over and use my thumb to wipe it off. I don’t think about it before I put my thumb in my mouth and lick.

“So tell me, Tinsley. Who takes care of you?”

Chapter Three

TINSLEY

He’s here! For some reason I didn’t think he would be, but I should have known. He had no reason to help me last night, but instead he went out of his way to make sure I got home safely. Only a good man would do that. A man of his word. I believe I can trust him now that he’s proven that to me.

My classes dragged on all day as I bounced from one to another. All I wanted to do was go back to the coffee shop to see if he would really show up, and here he is. I have to stop myself from bursting with excitement and play it cool. Callum is a man, not some immature guy in high school.

When his thumb swipes across my chin, I don’t blink as he lifts it to his mouth and sucks the cream off of it. I try to keep my expression blank while I almost die inside. Then it takes me a long second for his question to penetrate my lust-filled fog.

“Takes care of me?” I repeat. What does that even mean?

“Yes, who takes care of you?”

“Oh, ah...” I think about it for a second. “My father?” It comes out as a question, and his brows pull together. He always looks so serious.

“Was that a question or an answer?”

“I mean, he pays for things.” I shrug. “But other than that, I take care of myself, I suppose.” I think quickly and then sit up straight. “Because I’m an adult.” I run my hands down my skirt and realize that I should have changed before meeting him. My uniform is a stark reminder of how much younger I am than him. “I am in fact eighteen.”

“I know.”

“You do?” I bet he knows everything. He has that air about him.

“I do.” He picks up his coffee and takes a sip. “The license plate on your car. It pulled up your information.”

“Right.” I’m sure when he was with whoever fixed my car, they would have run them. “Again, thank you for that. I didn’t want to tell my father. He would have been annoyed. It’s fairly new.”

I try my best not to annoy my father because I don’t want him thinking I need something every time I reach out to him. Sadly, I know it’s because I’m trying to be more likable to my stepmother and stepsister. I keep thinking if they like me then maybe he’ll care about me more.

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