“Hey, Y/N,” Daryl looked up from the bike, catching you staring, but he didn’t seem mad, he actually sounded almost friendly and he gave you a brief and small, half-smile…it just made everything worse, your stomach felt like it was falling down and your mouth went dry. You hated him…no, you didn’t, but you were starting to think that you wished you did… …and yet he looked so damn attractive and cool. His fingers moved dexterity over the bike, the muscles of his strong arms flexing mesmerizingly, those ocean eyes focused on what he was doing, biting his lip in concentration, his face had grease smears on it from when he’d touched it with his grease-covered hands, his hair was even dirtier as he ran a hand through it to push it away from his face… You found him giving the bike the finishing touches, and you could just stare at him. You didn’t get to say anything to him, though. The day was meh but writing this little silly scene for the draft of Gorgeous improved it a tiny bit.
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