Knox Voss has been sitting in the corner booth of The Grind House for four days straight and he has never once ordered a drink.My manager, Beth, has mentioned it twice – once to me specifically, with the kind of careful look that says I’m not going to ask but I’m definitely going to ask – and once to the other barista, Leah, who just shrugged and said “at least he’s hot” like that’s a valid substitute for paying rent on a table during peak hours. He sits in the same spot every time, leather jacket draped over the back of the booth, legs stretched out under the table, and he watches me work with those grey eyes that haven’t gotten less intense in the four days since he made me cum on his motorcycle on the side of a public road.I’m getting better at pretending I don’t feel his gaze on me. I’m not getting better at not being affected by it, but the pretending part has improved significantly, and right now that’s the best I can offer.My childhood friend, Theo Gallagher, shows up at 3 P
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