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Seeing him up close all tall and tattooed under the porch light—he looked way more intimidating than I remembered.
I instinctively took a step back.
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, raising both hands in mock surrender, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth.
“I just wanna ask for your digits, princess. No harm in that, is there?”
He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, the screen lighting up between his fingers.
“Here—your digits,” he said, holding out his phone toward me with an expectant grin.
I stared at him dead-on, unimpressed.
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