No, Brent McAllister just kissed me in front of a sold out Kauffman Stadium crowd of 27,000 people during a nationally televised game. What. The. Fuck? I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. Brent called me at eight this morning and told me there would be a ticket waiting for me at will call. I sat in my room for most of the morning after that thinking about my bizarre evening with Sully. I’ve spent a lot of time with him. A lot. He’s kind and tender. Funny and entertaining. Thoughtful and genuine. How am I supposed to just be friends with him? Take his unbelievable hotness out of the equation. The way he is with me is beyond tempting, it’s making me desperate to experience the full breadth of his wonder. Unfortunately, I still don’t trust that he won’t hurt me again. I haven’t seen him with another woman since Flannigan’s, but he often goes out after he spends evenings with me.
