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Letting the bartender prepare his extravagant drink, I turned on the stool and stared at the salon. My eyes didn't focus on a single place for a long time, fearing that someone would misinterpret it and think it was a flirtation. So, he came back.

His walk stood out above all the occupants of the area, and the space was unobstructed so that he could pass. In the distance, the traces of his face were even firmer, accompanied by a penetrating look. He approached a few seconds later, smiling. He was the most perfect definition of contradiction.

"Are you an instructor? "I asked, avoiding shaking my knees that were so close to his legs. I could feel the heat of her body passing to mine, the contact of her leather pants against my naked skin slipping into a need to be closer.

"No, but I help beginners during the weekends. "He replied, gently moving my hair away with both hands. "I always avoid the problems that newbies can cause, even if I end up solving all of them.

I put my lips into my m