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... eel, the other resting on the gear. His forearm flexed a little as he shifted lanes, the city lights flashing across the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve.
Hot.
My brain stuttered.
No. Nice. I meant nice. He was being nice.
Except he was also hot.
I buried my face in my hands for half a second, then peeked at him through my fingers.
Dominic flicked a switch on his side, and the passenger window rolled down.
"Figured you could use so ...
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