Once again, I ran. Slamming into a hard body, though, cut my journey short.
“What the hell?” The deep voice jarred my senses much more than the aggravating car alarm.
Keys jingled, and I looked up.
Biggest mistake ever.
The man was fucking gorgeous—scruffy jawline, light-gray eyes, and cropped brown hair. As cold as it was outside, he only wore sweatpants and a wife-beater tank. Shit. Dude was ripped as all get out. My dick twitched—that had never happened before around a man. Okay, I lied. In all fairness, it had been a while since the last time. I lowered my gaze and stared at the ground, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
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