Gears
Pulling my bike up behind Clara’s car, I climbed off and walked up to the door knocking once before it was pulled open. Standing on the other side was Clara dressed in knee-high boots that added a good inch to her height, faded washed-out jeans that hugged her thighs nicely, and a plain cream-colored long sleeve shirt that clung to her like a second skin. I couldn’t stop my eyes from moving over her body, taking all of her in. She was f*****g sexy as hell, and her outfit had my imagination running wild. I knew what was under there, but that didn’t stop my mind from picturing me peeling her out of her clothes like a present. My eyes finally making it up to her face, I noticed she was smiling at me. “Well?” I returned her smile as I mentally shook myself out of my daze. “You look abso
