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The fuck?
A fine hand wraps around the top of the chute as cowboys part. Curves wrapped in denim press against the rails. I lift my head to find green eyes staring down at me. Plump, kissable lips... Dark curls tumble over elegant shoulders.
Eyes locked, we stare.
Her, down at me.
Me, up at her.
Something moves upward in her hands. Black and oddly shaped.
A bright searing light snaps my vision out.
I shake my head, blinded.
The chute gate whines as it opens.
FUCK.
