Under the Blue Cold Moon
Or at least, I thought it was a wall, but when I looked up, I saw a large guy turning around with a muffin in his mouth, looking over his shoulder at me.
He was wearing a letterman jacket and what looked like his pajama pants. Blue flannel patterned matching the colors on his jacket, blue and brown. I could tell right away he was a jock but not sure what sport. He looked down at me intensely with his blue eyes, and his messy, long blonde hair that went to his shoulders fell in front of his eyes before he tossed it out of his face. He looked me up and down, finishing his bite with a smirk making his sharp jawline stand out before saying,
“you lost, sweetheart?” he drawled, looking down at my
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