Are you ready?

She’d folded the top down to catch a breeze. It didn’t help. The air smothered her, wrapping her in a blanket of heat and humidity. The air itself hazy. She stopped at a traffic light, spying a man standing and waiting to cross. Connie’s mouth dried. She couldn’t help but stare. He was mopping his neck with his shirt and muscles rippled in his arms and abdomen. Yummy! Abs to die for, a bit of chest hair with a mouthwatering glory trail running down into low slung Levi’s. A shiver ran through her body. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad if eye candy like this was around.

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