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a/n: i'm trying to get back to weekly updates but this book is constantly putting me through the wringer. send prayers lol. hope you enjoy! next chapter will be a special occasion and hopefully, you get it before april omg (i'm trying, i swear)

"Gabe! Come on! We're going to be late!" I shout at him as I walk into the garage of his repair shop. We're supposed to be heading to the park on the lake's edge for Rebecca's engagement party, but he's been here for a few hours.

"The party starts at six, Lyna!"

I check the time as I follow his voice. "It's literally six o'clock, Gabriel."

I find him under the hood of someone's car, as expected.

I love coming to Gabriel's job. I like watching him work. The way the muscles in his arms flex when he's fixing or lifting something. The sweat that drips down his grease-stained skin... the way he bites his lip in concentration.

I bite back a sigh at the way his white t-shirt stretches across his tan skin as he tinkers with something under the hood.

He's so sexy. I want to bite him and shake him around with my teeth like a rabid dog.

"Gabe..." I groan, "Why are you working on a Saturday?" He doesn't work on weekends. He has a strict rule on that. Apparently, he broke that rule for me because he fixed my car on a Saturday.

"I got a little antsy," he mutters, glancing up at me. "Fuck, you look good."

I smile at him. "Good enough to eat?"

"I'll spread you open on this hood right now," he says, straightening up and wiping his hands on the towel hanging out of his pocket.

I laugh as I watch him lower the hood. He looks me up and down, and I give him a little three-sixty spin.

"You gonna get on the hood and let me have my way with you?"

I playfully roll my eyes. We haven't exactly broached the sex topic again since he got nervous on me.

I know his relationship with sex isn't the best. From what I can gather, because he's never very forthcoming with information — I swear he thinks I can read minds — I'm positive it has something to do with the abuse from his father.

Which, he hasn't explicitly said, but I can connect the dots.

I've been giving him time to get his confidence back up because when he's ready, I firmly believe he's going to fuck the Mario coins out of me.

"You're a tease," I wave him off. He's not going to touch me with his hands so filthy.

"You're gorgeous," he compliments.

"Yet I stand here un-fucked," I throw my head back dramatically. It's his turn to roll his eyes.

I leave him alone and look around the empty garage. "Where is everybody?" I ask.