Fuck, it’s been a long day. After a delayed flight that caused a missed connection and having to catch a late flight, I’m kicking myself for wanting to leave early. Sure, I could have stayed in Cabo until I was scheduled to come home, but I’d had enough sun and sand. I’d also had about enough of my
“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.” She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow
“Rosie?” my sister calls as she knocks on my door. My eyes flicker open, and I wonder what time it is. “Are you up yet?” “Ahh!” I pull the covers over my head when she turns on the light because my eyes aren’t ready for it. I tossed and turned most of the night, but I must have finally crashed at
How the hell did I get a new phone so fast? It’s then I see a Post-it-size note in the box with a message. Thought you might need this. S My stomach does another dip. He got me a phone? Holy crap. Why? He was so sweet last night, but this is too much. How can this man possibly be related to Dalto
Siegfried: Who’s the guy in the suit? Me: Brother-in-law Why did he ask that? Siegfried: You should eat breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day. Siegfried is probably right. I didn’t eat hardly anything last night, and it will be a while until lunch. I sit down at the kitchen island,
“You know, if you had Rosie, things like this wouldn’t happen.” “What did you say?” I ask my office manager, who looks up from her tablet and blinks. “I said that if you had audio, things like this wouldn’t happen.” She shakes her head and goes back to uploading my files. “I don’t know how the own
I don’t know how she can see right through me, but it’s probably all the years we’ve spent together. She’s never pulled punches, but I’m surprised at her telling me to go have some babies. I get my phone, check the time, and grab my keys. She’s right about one thing for sure, I’ve got to send Dalto
“Hey.” She smiles at me as she looks up and down the street. “Are you here for Dalton?” “Yeah, but I’m happy to see you.” My tongue swipes over the edge of my teeth as I think about pulling her ponytail and wrapping it around my wrist while she goes down on me. Fuck, I’ve got to get a grip. This is