"Oh! Uh! Look, Raquel, you said your name is?" I ramble nervously.“That is soooo not necessary!”“Yes, it is." He says firmly. “It seems now more than ever.” “No, seriously, Raquel,” I say as I glance down toward his long fingers. The way they are steady as they wrap around the black zipper. Raquel twists his fingers, allowing the zipper to split the fabric against the seams. I hear the familiar clicking sound. Unable to look away, I watch as he purposely takes his time unzipping his pants. My mouth parts with each click. I wanted to swallow my saliva, but my mouth became dry. The corner of his lips turns up as he smirks at me. My cheeks become flushed once again. I look away quickly because I'm embarrassed that everything is happening so fast. “You're blushing, Katrina. There is no need,” he smirks, letting one side of his pants drop-down next to his v-line. “I am just showing you my tattoo.” The next side drops, showing me his dark hairline. He continues in a matter-of-fact-tone,
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