Walking between two cars, Drew ignored the noisy love of a shallow woman. She screamed, she moaned, she panted in uneven rhythms matching the rocking of the car. Cheap diva. A furtive movement came from the other car, then a hand pressed against the glass followed by a suppressed moan. His every nerve lit up.
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