Fandom:  The Fast and The Furious
Rating:  PG-13.  It's slash.
Genre:  Slash
Spoilers:  For the first movie
This is a follow-up to my fic "Shouldn't Be Turned On," but it can stand on it's own.



I shouldn't notice his smile and the way it lights up his face like a mega-watt bulb.

I shouldn't notice the burning spark that always inhabits his deep brown eyes.  

I shouldn't notice how they smolder like embers when he's angry and shine like flames when he's laughing. 

I shouldn't notice how his voice sounds like a razor blade covered in velvet, sending shivers down my spine. 
I shouldn't notice how endearing it is that he has to tilt his head up ever so slightly to look me in the eye. 

I shouldn't notice how his hands look on the steering wheel of his car...or the gear shift, for that matter. 

I shouldn't notice how amazing his calloused hands feel when they brush against mine when we're working in the garage. 

I shouldn't notice how he seems to own the very space around him. 

I shouldn't notice how full his lips are, and I really shouldn't notice how often I find myself wondering how soft they are. 

I shouldn't notice how intense he is and how much I love that fact about him. 

I shouldn't notice his caramel skin. 

I also shouldn't notice how pressing the desire to lick his skin is.  

I shouldn't notice the hard muscle of his forearms flexing as he works on the Charger. 

I shouldn't notice how good he looks behind the wheel of his car - and everywhere else. 

I shouldn't notice his biceps, his shoulders, or his pecs. 

I shouldn't notice his abs peeking out from under the hem of his shirt. 

I shouldn't notice how his jeans cling to his hips. 

I shouldn't notice his ass as he walks across the room. 

I shoudn't notice how muscular his thighs are. 

I shouldn't notice the way he moves like a predator. 

I shouldn't notice how much I wish he would hunt me. 

I shouldn't notice how the feelings I felt when he forgave me for betraying him weren't all exactly graditude. 

I shouldn't notice how much I love his shaved head. 

I shouldn't notice how every move he makes turns me on. 

I shouldn't notice how damn hot he is. 

I shouldn't notice how every inch of him is absolutely gorgeous. 

I shouldn't notice what his driving does to me. 

I shouldn't notice how hard it is to keep from staring at him. 

I shouldn't notice that every now and then he seems to be staring back. 

I shouldn't notice the line that forms in the middle of his back, in between his shoulder blades, separating his back into two extremely sexy columns of muscle. 

I shouldn't notice his leather jacket. 

I shouldn't notice his cross necklace. 

I shouldn't notice the graceful curve of his neck. 

I shouldn't notice how pronounced his collar bone is. 

I shouldn't notice how his nipples are always hard underneath his shirt. 

I shouldn't notice his habit of going shirtless in the summer months. 

I shouldn't notice every drop of sweat that rolls down his bare chest, down his abs, and lower. 

I shouldn't notice "lower" at all. 

I shouldn't notice his strength.   

I shouldn't notice the power in his body. 

I shouldn't notice the beauty in his soul. 

I shouldn't notice how extremely masculine he is. 

I shouldn't notice how he makes being goofy stunningly sexy. 

I shouldn't notice the man who was supposed to be my mark in an undercover operation. 

I shouldn't notice my boss. 

I really shouldn't notice my girlfriend's older brother.