My Childhood Friend Broke His Promise
On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!”
Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments.
[Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!]
[Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!]
Who? A V-line and abs?
He should probably be able to satisfy me then.
I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear.
Not bad. He smelled clean.
I stopped him.
“Do you want to hook up with me?”