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The air smells like gasoline and expensive leather. Noah flinches as Nick slams the hood of his Shelby GT500.

Careful, princesa. I bite.

Noah doesn’t look away. Her breath catches. His thumb traces her hipbone through her thin dress. Culpa Mia Google Docs

(Comment from [email protected] 2 hours ago: OMG the way he says her name 🔥) The air smells like gasoline and expensive leather

He moves so fast she doesn’t see it coming. One second he’s by the car. The next, his palm is flat against the wall beside her head. The other hand finds her waist. Gentle. Bruising. Both at once. his eyes—are burning.

He laughs. It’s cold. But his eyes—God, his eyes—are burning.