How did I allow this to happen to my poor car? 

The timing of this flat tire couldn't be worse. I can't afford to have it towed, let alone have a tire replaced. The spare is long gone and I'm not sure what I will have to give up if I ask my father for help. This car represents my freedom and an important part of my plan for after high school. Since my mother died last year, my father has checked out. 

Anxiety wells up, causing my eyes to water and my stomach to churn. As a high school senior, so close to graduation, this is a major setback. I run my hands through my long blond hair and take a breath. What's done is done, and it's time to take action instead of moping around, hoping for a solution to appear. The first step is done. I drove at a snail's pace the five miles from the school to the mechanic shop.  

Driving on the flat was stupid, but it was my only choice. Drying my eyes, I scan the empty bay from my parking spot. I turn my attention to the glass door, which I assume leads to the waiting room. I open the driver's side door to get out, giving myself a pep talk as I walk towards the entrance. They will help me, payment plans must be available, right? 

The shop is a familiar yet somewhat foreign place. I pass by it every day but have never had a reason to venture inside. It's the only shop in town, so I'll have to hope the people inside are honest and willing to work with me. 

As I approach the door, a man steps outside, looking away from me toward the main road. I recognized him immediately, Max Ryan, a senior like me. However, he's nothing like the typical boys at our school. 

Max is well over six feet and packed with lean muscle. He towers over the other students and most of the teachers. I have often wondered if he was eighteen like me or maybe older, like some kids who were held back in school. He has dark brown hair that always falls into his eyes, and his confident demeanor clears a path wherever he goes. Even some teachers give him wary glances. Girls are a mix of intrigued and intimidated, sneaking curious glances under their lashes. A few bold girls at school have approached him, but he never looks interested. 

I didn't know Max worked here. As a shy introvert, having to speak to him is terrifying. If it weren't for my desperate need to fix my car, I'd turn and run. It's not that I think he will hurt me, but his presence is overwhelming. He's so good-looking that it's difficult to pull my eyes away. 

We don't share any classes, but I often spot him between periods. A few times, it was like he was attempting to catch my gaze. Not wanting to get caught staring at him, I always jerk my head away when our eyes meet. I like to keep to myself at school and don't have many friends. No one ever approaches me either, but I don't mind. My focus is on finishing school and leaving my father's house. This is not a time in my life where I can dedicate any energy to a relationship. A boyfriend will distract me from my goals. 

Thinking back to the times I have felt Max's eyes on me, I blush. He never speaks to me, but he runs his eyes over my body like he wants to. Is it real or has my little crush made me see something that isn't there? It doesn't matter because I'm here now and I have no choice but to talk to him today. I'm willing to do anything to make sure my car will drive me out of this town in a few weeks. Even if it means embarrassing myself in front of the one person I'm drawn to. 

As I get closer to Max, he turns and his eyes widen in surprise when he appears to recognize me. His face returns to its normal bored expression in seconds. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones give him a dark, ruthless appeal. I must have imagined his shock at seeing me. 

Our eyes lock and I wipe my sweaty hands down my summer dress, giving away my nerves. Max's eyes follow the motion and a small smirk lifts at the corners of his mouth. He makes no move towards me, allowing me to come to him. My pulse speeds up as I walk closer. I prepare myself for an uncomfortable conversation. 

My belly is turning and filled with butterflies. I press my hand to it to try to calm my nerves. Max is more intimidating up close and I'm hit with just how much he dominates any space he occupies. Our size difference isn't as noticeable at school with so many other people between us. But right now there is no sign that I'm looking at a teenager. His massive shoulders span the doorway to the shop's entrance, and he makes my five-foot-two frame feel so tiny. 

His messy dark hair shines in the sunlight and I keep my eyes on it as I build up the courage to speak. I'm here to ask a practical stranger for help and it hits me all at once how stupid this is. I lick my dry lips and Max's eyes zero in on the movement. My mouth opens to say "Never mind" but he beats me to it and speaks first. 

"What are you doing here, Alice?" I hide my shock that he knows my name. My nipples tighten and my breasts feel heavy when I hear his husky, deep voice, and I'm thrown by my reaction. It reminds me of the stories and pictures I secretly look at when I touch myself. The forbidden desire I have to have a man suck on my breasts until I cum. Even more shameful is my desire to have breasts large and swollen with milk that I can feed my partner as we fuck. 

I have stayed a virgin this long because I know my desires will never be fulfilled in the narrow-minded small town. When I graduate, I'm packing up my car and finding a place where it's safe to explore my lust. I grasp the hem of my skirt and tug, the modest length feeling much too short. 

"Hi, Max. I need someone to look at my car." His eyes close when I say his name. It's over so fast that part of me thinks I imagined it. My thighs tremble, and I press my knees together to gain control. Max's face is flushed and I can tell that he knows the reaction my body is having to his closeness. 

"What's the problem?" I sigh, grateful for his reminder of why I'm here. Max watches me under lowered lashes while I watch his chest slowly rise and fall. It's like he is breathing me in, has caught my scent, and loves it. 

"I have a flat tire. I didn't know where else to bring it." His whole body goes still, and his fists clench at his side. "You drove it like this?" I'm confused by his tone, a sharp mix of anger and concern. I shake my head to reassure him, my words rushing out. 

"I had to stay after school to study. The school was empty when I left, so I couldn't ask for help. I don't have the money for a tow, and I never had a spare, so I took it slow." 

Max takes a deep breath like he has to calm himself, so I try again to explain. "I don't know what happened. I must have run over a nail or something." 

Max shakes his head, muttering under his breath, and walks over to where my car is parked. I hurry after him and seeing the tire again brings back all my worries. It's such a minor inconvenience for most people but has the potential to unravel my plans for the future. So close to graduation, but without this car, it won't matter because I will be stuck. Any plans I have to escape my hometown will have to be put on hold. 

"I need this car. I should have taken better care of it. I can't pay right away, but maybe we can do a payment plan if you can help me fix it?" 

Max stares at me and shakes his head. My stomach sinks and I lose the battle with the tears I have been holding back, but then Max's lips turn up into the wicked smirk I glimpsed earlier. He steps closer, the toes of our shoes touching. 

"I'm going to take care of everything." 

He raises his hand to my face, letting it hover for a second before he cups my cheek. His thumb moves back and forth to collect the tears that escaped. I have never kissed a boy before, but I want to feel the weight of his body on mine. What would it feel like to have him pin me against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he suckles at my breasts? I have never felt this way before and it's messing with me. 

"I'm going to take such good care of you. This is just the start. From now on, if you need anything, you come to me and no one else. I'm so proud of you for finding me when you needed help." Max coos the words. 

All I can do is stare into his eyes as a warm feeling in my stomach grows and spreads to my core at his praise. I want to reach out and run my hands through his hair, a mark of ownership that I have no right to. I need to get myself under control. There's a part of me that believes he's joking, but our intense connection tells me otherwise.

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