It had been a long day of shopping with your mother, and your mind still tingled with thoughts of that man. Your mom- Sweetie get the door, Tucker came early to help set up for the party. Lifting from the seat on the couch you had settled into. You strolled to the door, grasping the door handle you sighed begire pulling it open Come in. You spoke plainly stepped aside leaving space for him to step into the house. avoiding his whiskey eyes.
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