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I was at the garage the next morning around the time the sun rose. Dad was coming downstairs to make coffee in the break room off to the side of the garage, the same as he did every morning. Rodrigo was already there, working on a car that was in one of the bays. It had been a hard job, but one he was willing to take on alone since the particular issue with that car was one he had a lot of experience with.
I, on the other hand, didn’t mind getting to have a good view of Rodrigo in a tight white tank tucked into his overalls, which were undone to the waist. He was muscular and brown and just seeing him there made me lick my lips. It had been over a year since I had begged him to follow me upstairs to my room, back when I was still living here in the apartment above the garage with my da
