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I ride his car, but I want to ride him. I don ’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve always thought I was straight, but this taxi driver stirs something unfamiliar within me. Each time our eyes lock, my heart races uncontrollably. There's something about him—his dark eyes, his muscular arms, his soft lips—that makes me feel things I've never felt before. I wish he would grip me like he grips that steering wheel. And the worst part is, I think he knows. He looks at me like he wants to put me on his gear stick and drive me all the way home.
Publication Year: 2024
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