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And that night, with her body close to mine, I fell asleep for the first time in my life with a smile on my face.

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It was a few days later when I was headed back from giving a quote to a prospective client.

I slowed down as I passed the college, wondering if I would catch sight of her.

And when I caught that familiar head of dark locks, I geared down, crawling slowly.

And that was when I saw some punk ass little bitch looking boy placing his hand on her arm.

The fuck?

I was about to whip into the parking lot and remove that hand when she stepped back.

I waited until I made it to the office, then I parked my bike and pulled out my phone.

Me – What did that boy want?

Nola – What are you talking about?

Me – Drove past the college. Saw you and a little punk ass boy.

Me – What did he want?

Nola – Oh! To grab a coffee.

Nola – Why didn’t you say hello?

Me – Had to get back to work.

Me – What did you say?

Nola –*snickers*Told him I wasn’t into boys who used more product in his hair than I did.

Me – Really?

Nola – Oh yeah.

Nola – I know what I like.

Me – And that is?

When my phone stayed quiet, I pocketed it and got back to doing what I was doing.

Then I drove to the clubhouse and checked my phone again.

Nothing.

Is that normal for a woman to leave your ass hanging?

To keep myself occupied, I tagged the carburetor I ordered and started installing it on my Harley.

And the moment my phone pinged with a text, I pulled it out, ignoring the grease that smeared all over my screen.

Nola – You at the clubhouse?

Me – Yeah. In the shop.

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