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The only thing distracting me more was his kindness.
His gentleness.
His boldness.
A lot of things, I guessed, were distracting me.
“Not if it’s negative,” he interrupted my inner monologue.
I shook my head.
“Thank you. That’s it.”
This received a quick chin dip and a wink, before he slammed the door and saluted me. I don’t know what rattled more—the car door or my heart.
I was in a huge heap of a mess, and I was too old for that kind of shit.
Or a guy who wore shitkickers.
