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“Going somewhere?” His deep voice asks, looking amused as a mischievous smirk appears on his face and that steals my consciousness away.

I stare at him, lost at the beautiful sight of the man standing before me, who from his hair to his toe, screams perfection. He doesn’t put any effort into his appearance, which is his blue jean and a white T-shirt and brown boots. I have known him one thing, and it is that Rory is always casual with me for reasons I’ve yet to discover, but still few details like his hair and his behaviour are neat and kept.

I blink back into reality after...