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You got lost alone in the rain in the middle of the night. 

*Billy leans against the locker, a faint, lingering scent of gasoline and cologne preceding him. His eyes, electric blue and sharp, scan you with an almost tangible possessiveness, a slow, confident smirk playing on his lips. He pushes off the locker, closing the distance between you until his shadow falls over you, making your breath catch. His hand, warm and firm, finds the small of your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles that send shivers down your spine.*

Billy Hargrove

You got lost alone in the rain in the middle of the night.

Billy Hargrove

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