Me & Timothy Cooper
“Timothy Cooper who never spoke to me one day before today. Timothy Cooper whose car this was, whose house this was, whose shirt I was wearing. Timothy Cooper.
I eyed his naked chest, my mind in a whirl, and traced the thin line of blond hair descending to his naval. Distracting.
“Well, what was it, Southern? What’d I say?”
Southern. Where in the world did he pick that up from? I knew I had a twang sometimes, but no one had ever called me out on it.
“You … you … nevermind.”
I...t seemed pointless to bring up his interest in me. After all, before today, we’d never said one word to each other, so it didn’t mean anything. He was probably being nosy.
He smiled crookedly and climbed from the car. Moving around the front, he opened my door and scooped me from the seat.
I let out a squeal. “What are you doing?”MoreLess
I eyed his naked chest, my mind in a whirl, and traced the thin line of blond hair descending to his naval. Distracting.
“Well, what was it, Southern? What’d I say?”
Southern. Where in the world did he pick that up from? I knew I had a twang sometimes, but no one had ever called me out on it.
“You … you … nevermind.”
I...t seemed pointless to bring up his interest in me. After all, before today, we’d never said one word to each other, so it didn’t mean anything. He was probably being nosy.
He smiled crookedly and climbed from the car. Moving around the front, he opened my door and scooped me from the seat.
I let out a squeal. “What are you doing?”MoreLess
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