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The garage smelled of motor oil and man sweat as I fixed the midnight blues of his classic ’63. As I hovered in my crouched position by the open hood, the heat of his gaze burned like smouldering coal. He stepped closer, his eyes smoldering, and I felt weak from his alpha presence. His lips were a whisper away as he asked for my number, and my very soul shuddered in anticipation.