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I need some distance from her.

“Try it again, I won’t let you get away.” Her foot slips as she tries to climb up the running boards.

“Uh huh. Maybe in a couple of days, I’ll give you something to fill that mouth up.” I’m going to take this moment to enjoy seeing her denim-covered ass gyrating in front of my face as she tries to settle into the seat.

“Is that a promise—” Her words are cut off as I slam the door.

Jesus, she’s trouble with a capital “T”.

I should grab a handful of snow and shove it down the front of my pants.

She’s making my blood flow to all the dangerous areas.

The top of my head is chilled without my hat, but she’s just too cute in it to ask for it back.

When I climb in, she’s already raised the console and is shivering in the middle of the bench seat.

I knew I should have bought a newer truck with the individual spots.

“Hurry up, I’m freezing.” Her hands dig between her thighs until I’ve settled in, then they wrap around my arm.

Her random shudders vibrate through me as I try to navigate out of the snowy parking lot.

“Did you have fun?” I gotta focus on the road.

And breathing.

In through my nose, out through my—

“Blue?” Her fingers trail down my wrist to tickle over my thumb. “I’ve been thinking.”

Her nail traces the creases of my calluses, sending fire racing into my chest.

“On your birthday? I think there’s a law against that.” I have to deflect.

Defend.

“Uh huh. About what my dad said.” She takes a long inhale before turning her chin up.

The road. Pay attention to the road, and not the fact her pouty fucking mouth is inches from mine.

“What did he say?” Maybe if I keep her talking, she won’t keep moving.

“He said he has all these regrets. That I should do new things, experience life…” Her head dips and rests on my shoulder for a mile or two.

“That sounds like good advice.” I’m wary of where this is going.

But my dick has chosen its direction and strains against my zipper towards her.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying her body being snuggled up against me.

She raises her head, knocking my hat from it as she peers at me. “I’m a virgin.”

Fuck.

Shit.

The truck swerves, and it takes me a hairy minute to get it straightened out.

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