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I walk up the front steps when the driver pulls up outside the house and I hesitate before I ring the doorbell. The driver gets out of the car and he leans against it, muscles bulging as he crosses his arms over his chest. I know that he doesn't trust me. He thinks that I'm running away with his hard earned money. I'm about to ring the doorbell again when Reid opens up. He's in a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing but a pack of toned muscles on his upper body. His hair is tousled: I guess from running his fingers through it. "Missed me or something?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Something." The driver chooses to answer for me. "I need my money." "You are..?" "The cab driver who owes your girlfriend thirty bucks. She said you'd pay." "Just do it." I half beg. Reid
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