Gas Station

He’s so hot. He looked at me and said hello, opened the door. My heart melted. I’m too scared to say anything. It’s the third time this has happened. Obviously, he lives near here. We both get coffee here. He’s usually dressed in jeans and a button down shirt. Today, he had a brawny looking shirt, which he filled out perfectly. I got a smile as he held the door open. No ring on a finger, score. The brown curly, mop top, oooh. I would say 6” 2”. Mmm. It’s been a long time since anyone excited me the way he does.


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