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Ariel Beckham.

Ramirez is out there, shirtless and mowing the lawn. My heart is doing this weird fluttering thing. His hair is pulled back into that strict bun, but it’s the way his pants hang low on his hips that has my stomach doing flips. I catch a glimpse of his v-line, a perfect outline of what’s after.

I scowl once I notice a couple of ladies sauntering past. The hell. See the way they are looking like he’s some kind of exhibition. Who do these skanks think they are? I swear if I could, I’d mark him as mine right then and there.

“Ariel?” Aunt Teresa’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn.

“Go give the boys some iced lemonade.” she instructs, and I nod, grabbing the tray she hands me.

Stepping outside, the sun hits me, making everything feel a little brighter. I set the tr……