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I shouldn't be turned on by how tall he is. 

I shouldn't be turned on when he stretches, his shirt rising up to show his flat abs. 

I shouldn't be turned on by his blue eyes and the way they look when he's up to something. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way his ass looks when he bends over a pool table. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way he drove when we dodged the cops that night. 

I shouldn't be turned on by how calm he was when Tran caught up with us and everything went to shit. 

I shouldn't be turned on by how well he can fight, holding his own with Vince. 

I shouldn't be turned on by how damn masculine he looks when he climbs out of that red Ford truck. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way his muscles flex and tighten under his skin when he's working on an engine. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the sight of him with grease on his jaw. 

I shouldn't be turned on by his five o'clock shadow. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way a t-shirt hangs on his broad shoulders. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way jeans sit on his narrow waist. 

I shouldn't be turned on by that halo of blond curls. 

I shouldn't be turned on by all of that tan skin. 

I shouldn't be turned on when he takes his shirt off to escape some of the heat. 

I shouldn't be turned on by his voice or the way he says my name. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the fact that he's a great mechanic. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way his hands look on a wrench. 

I shouldn't be turned on when he smiles at me, and I shouldn't be turned on when he licks his lips. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the predatory way he moves. 

I shouldn't be turned on by that long, loose-legged stride. 

I shouldn't be turned on when he sprawls out on my couch, spreading his legs and stretching his arms. 

I shouldn't be turned on by how he's so confident without being arrogant. 

I shouldn't be turned on by how utterly male he looked when he saved Vince's life, defying both me and death. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the way he gave up his job to save me and the team. 

I shouldn't be turned on by the fact that he's a cop. 

I shouldn't be turned on when I find out that he was in on that raid at Tran's, by the thought of him wearing black Kevlar and carrying a Browning. 

I shouldn't be turned on by a man who both betrayed and saved me. 

I most definitely shouldn't be turned on by my little sister's boyfriend.