i "I'm 24, you're 16 and I dig my job." /i
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i "About me and Cassie…"
"There is no you and Cassie."
"Yes, sir." /i
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There was no him and Cassie. That might become his new mantra.
Along with….
i She's 16. 16. 16. /i
16 and gorgeous and funny and sweet.
i 16 as in you won't be digging your job anymore; you'll be behind bars 16. /i
16 and fresh faced, dancing with that snotty little shit that he wanted to pound on. Seriously, didn't she realize she could do better than a pathetic little tag along boy?
i 16—she's a girl—she should be dating a boy. /i
i 16 and she was too much for that kid, too much for him to handle. /i
He could handle her. He could've shoved that idiot out of the way, slid in behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her firm body up against his.
i But she was 16. /i
And he was taking a fucking long and cold shower.