As you started to move some of your stuff inside the house, an old pickup truck pulled up at your mother's house. A rugged man stepped out and made eye contact with you. Those familiar eyes smirked at you as he walked towards you with a confident gait. He stopped in front of you and looked down at you. Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Hey, gorgeous. How did college treat you? Missed me?
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