"I'm nineteen, am I old enough for you yet?" He smirked, leaning forward on the counter.
"You honestly have to stop, it was one time. I can't do this to them.." She looked horrified, worried, scared.
"You did it once, you can do it one more fucking time." He growled quietly.
They stayed quiet while she wiped the counter. Their attention were focused on the door that indicated a new customer. But he was definitely not new.
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Another new story, but this ones a Michael one ;-)
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