"Every damn time. Every time I ride in Nick;s car, the same song always comes on. I would say he does it on purpose. But what motivation could he have behind that?

Of course, today is no different. My head is swimming with images. Highly inapropriate images of Nick. Complying with the lyrics of course.

Nice legs, daisy dukes.

Nick definitely has nice legs, and in short shorts? Dear God! My mind paints these particullar shorts, stretched niche and tight over one detective's perfect ass, a vivid, blood red.

Low cut, see through.

I can definitly almost feel his neat, pert nipples on the pads of my thumbs through the sheer material. Almost.

"Monroe?"

I jump, "What?"

"Are you coming?" Nick asks from the driver's seat. We'rre parked in front of his house.

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

"Later," he says so quietly even I have to strain to hear him. "I'll...demonstrate that for you."

"What?" I look down at him.

He glances up at me innocently.

He lets me think for a few moments befor starting to quietly humm the song. That damned song.

I nearly choke on air.

Thank you, Jesus!

Starstrukk by 3oh!3 duhh haha

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