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"Was sohten uess" His words are so full of pain and regret that it almost makes my heart hurt I didn’t mean to ruin his day Well, not this bad at least He sounds as if his heart was just torn fro I notice is his busted lip The second thing I notice are the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen They’re a pale blue, and against his espresso hair they stand out,them almost impossible to turn away fro Much better up close than at a distance

His dark hair is longer on the top, slightly styled back with an edgy look, pieces tousled and out of place His perfect jawline is covered with thick stubble, and despite hi a busted lip his h to bring any girl to her knees Even atheringthat he didn’t have a busted lip last night I may not have been able to see him perfectly, but I would’ve noticed that That looks like it hurt like hell

"What theyou should get some ice on that" I step closer to him to examine it better It definitely looks fresh "Do you have any ice? I have soet some and come back"

His eyes burn into , before he turns away froain "Don’t worry about it" He lets out a breath "You should just go home and let me work I have a lot of shit to do"

I brush off his coldness, because frankly, it doesn’t bother ht now and all I want to do is help hi with that It doesn’t matter if I know hi to help," I say firet to know you"

He turns to me and looks atpast me "You don’t want to know me Trust me" He reaches for the screen door and opens it "Do yourself a favor and go home" He walks inside and shuts the heavy door behind hiat the door, wishing I was still in bed "Alright Well that ell," I say sarcastically while spinning on my heels It’s definitely too early for this crap Maybe I should have just thrown the shoe

WELL INTO THE EVENING AFTER Bailey has left to go spend tirass in the backyard, taking pictures of the sky, trees, birds, and whatever else I can spot out to keep occupied

Surprisingly, the pounding next door never started up again after I left this hbor since Maybe I scared him away I suppose I’m not too bad at that, so I’ve been told

I hold h the pictures I just took, but nothing stands out There’s at least a hundred of the here I haven’t hadreally seems to catch my eye anymore It takes the fun out of what used to be a passion I’ to myself, I sit up and setout of this place I’ mind

I stand up, placearound to the side of the house when I hear what sounds like soe next door and I can’t help but to notice the door opened enough to see inside

Against etting louder and angrier with each step, piquing my interest more I’m not usually one to be nosy, but he seems to have started a new hobby for me

I stand here for a moment and listen to the blows of his punches and heavy breathing, before pushing the door open,on his back

The h his white shirt as he grips the bag with both hands and leans his head against it, fighting to catch his breath

I can see the sweat dripping down the back of his head and neck His shirt is co to his everyhi about this moment so damn hot To top it off, that firirl into a horrowls out, punching the bag oneinside, I snap a couple pictures of his backside as he takes another swing and then grips the bag again, letting out a s of me to want to capture this moment? Probably so, but I’ve never played by the rulesthe old Pontiac Trans Am and admire it as I walk around it "This is a beautiful car What year is it?"

Running a towel over his face, he lets out a little breath, obviously giving up, before turning to face me "It’s a seventy-six" He drapes the towel around his shoulder and reaches for a bottled water His jaw ulps as he stares at the car, downing half the bottle already "It’s a-"

"Trans Airl doesn’t mean I don’t know my cars I was raised by ht while pulling my hand away from the candy apple red paint "I’ve seen and heard a lot of stuff; too ives me a look of curiosity as I step closer to hi out of my control as I check out his tattoos He looks uncomfortable, but doesn’t say a word as I read the script up his left forearht forearm, "Pain"

I look up at hi I can tell that a part of him wants to tell me to leave Why he doesn’t I have no clue I have to ad his throat, he pulls his eyes away fro so close to h his sweaty hair before turning around and walking away fros to take care of Lock the garage on the way out"