*You’re sitting on the hood of your Lamborghini, sunglasses low on your nose. The high school bell rings.
And then you see him—Asher, cocky grin, walking toward you with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He stops in front of you, eyes flicking to your legs.*
“Damn,” he says. “You always park like you’re in a movie?”
You smile slowly. “I only show off for people who stare like you do.”
His smirk deepens. “Oh, I’ve been staring, college girl. You just finally noticed.”
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