DANIEL’S POVI leaned back in the restaurant booth, papers spread across the table, my pen tapping a rhythm. A week since that night, and her face still haunted me—those dark eyes, that curvy body grinding against me, the way she moaned when I ate her pussy. Most girls my age would’ve stayed, begged for my number, my money or my name. But she bolted, leaving nothing but a smile and a maybe. Her age, her confidence, the way she owned herself made her different from the shallow girls I knew. She was real, mature, and she had set a fire in me that I’d called every club contact, scoured socials, even checked uber records. Nothing. She was a ghost, and it pissed me off as much as it turned me on.“Dude, you’re obsessed,” Jake announced, shoving fries in his mouth across from me. His messy brown hair fell in his eyes, his grin cocky. “One chick runs out, and you’re acting like she stole your dick.”I snorted, flipping a document. “She didn’t run, she fucking sprinted.” My voice was light,
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