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height on display, but she had a perfect view of my package. As I watched her brown eyes
admire the outline in my jeans, I felt it slowly grow. She bit her lips hungrily and I
smirked at how easy this was.
After a few lingering moments, she leaned over just an inch so I could take a peek at
the see-through black bra. Finally, she answered with, ¡°I¡¯ve just been bored.¡±
¡°Looks like it,¡± I said. ¡°Saw you staring at me.¡±
¡°Yeah,¡± she said. It looked like her confidence fell because she paused and broke eye
contact for the first time since we began speaking before saying, ¡°I like your eyes. They¡¯re
very green.¡±
¡°Ah, yeah.¡±
¡°I bet you hear that all the time, huh?¡±
I took a seat across from her and pulled my cigarette tin from my coat, choosing not to
answer the question. ¡°Smoke?¡±
At the sight of the cigarettes, I saw her eyes narrow slightly, like she was unsure. By
the looks of her, I¡¯d guess she used to be a smoker and now was tempted to have one.
¡°Sure.¡±
¡°You sure?¡± I asked, giving her an out if she was a former smoker. I knew it wasn¡¯t
easy quitting any drug, especially smoking.
¡°Yeah, umm. Yes.¡±
I held the smoke between my index finger and thumb, extended halfway between the
two of us. When she still wasn¡¯t grabbing it, I said, ¡°Did you used to be a smoker?¡±
¡°Yeah, quit a few months ago¡¡±
Without a second thought, I snapped the smoke away from her and put them all,
including my own, back in my pocket. ¡°Great work, keep it up.¡±
Her face fell into a pout. ¡°Hey! I was thinking about it.¡±
¡°And I made the decision for you.¡±
¡°All right, Dad,¡± she said, rolling her eyes. I could tell she was joking, but I already felt
annoyed. ¡°Are you like, the one biker who¡¯s against anything fun? Thought it was all
about the party, smoking, and drugs lifestyle.¡±
And in one second, the girl in front of me who I was actually kind of warming up,
