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But it was my heart that took over as I steered into the darkened parking lot.

There was no one there except for a woman leaning on the railing, gazing out over the ocean below. The moonlight shone down on her hair, and the bike’s headlight lit her up from behind.

“Fuck,” I whispered, stopping the bike.

She didn’t turn around, but there was no doubt in my mind that this was her.

Violet.

Her tight jeans showed off her thick thighs, and her long blond hair cascaded down her back in loose waves I instantly wanted to run my fingers through.

She turned around at the sound of my bike, and I was glad the engine covered up a groan I hadn’t known was going to slip out.

She was pretty. So damn pretty, with a round face and big eyes. Her light-pink sweater clung to her tits and hips, and I had to sit there for a moment, trying to get my head straight before I could get off the bike.

She was everything I liked in a woman. Nearly as tall as me. Curves for days. Lips plump and pink and perfect for wrapping around my cock.

It was a good thing I’d never had a photo of her whileI was inside. It was hard enough to find the privacy to jack off once a week in there. If I’d known the woman I was writing to looked like her, then I would have had my hand on my dick a lot more than I had.

She walked forward a few steps, taking me in as much as I was her. Her gaze flickered over my face, registering the small diamond tattoo just below my left eye, and then all the ones down my throat and neck.

She traced a path down over my shirt and jacket, and lower to my jeans and boots before sweeping back up.

Something sparked in the air between us. An electric buzz I hadn’t felt in so fucking long. The kind that drew me into her like she was a magnet. God, she was beautiful. But it was more than that.

I knew her.

She was that buzz of first attraction you got when you saw a woman across the room at a bar. But she was also the warm comfort of a long-term partner who knew you well and loved you anyway.

I was torn between wanting to sit her down to talk for hours and ripping her clothes off so I could lick every inch of her body.

All while my head screamed I didn’t deserve either.

“Levi?” she asked quietly.

Fuck, this had been a mistake. Even her voice was perfect. Sweet and somehow sexy at the same time. Not too high-pitched, just…perfect.

I nodded.

Her smile widened, and she stepped forward again, opening her arms for a hug.

Fuck, I wanted to walk straight into them. Crush her to my chest and whisper in her ear that she was the onlyreason I’d gotten through the last year. I wanted to feel her soft body against my harder one. Wrap her up and never fucking let her go, because I had been waiting for someone to look at me the way she was right now my entire life.

Like she saw past the leather jacket and tattoos.

Like she knew me.

Because she fucking did.

I stuck my hand out, offering her a handshake instead of the hug she’d gone for.

She stopped abruptly, staring at my hand, keeping her at a distance.

Something changed in her expression.

The open vulnerability that had been there a second earlier was suddenly gone, guarded by something harder.

Fuck, I was screwing this up already.