It wasn't my head wound. That actually healed up pretty well within a few days. It wasn't Sophie. She hadn't bothered me or any of my friends since the night she'd shown up at my place, so things were good in that department. It only struck me when I was home alone on Friday night: I had not fuck...
That was why I didn't want her going alone. Trisha could have showed up at her apartment in the middle of the night and bothered her even more. No, she needed a good night's sleep. Even if that meant that I had to sleep in the guest room. I woke up and checked my phone str...
It’s a nice night out.” Jackson says as he steps over to the shared patio. I smile and grab the afghan to follow him outside. It is gorgeous. The type of weather you see painted on the background of a postcard. Stars so bright that they light up the...