Good To Be Bad

Anyway, I’ve just seen him again. Tonight. We had dinner. He remembered me. I’m totally blown away. Not only that, but he admitted that he had the hots for me, too.

We talked, kissed, he asked me to go to his place. I didn’t. Bad timing. But if I have the chance again, I’m going for it.

Did I tell you he has the best smile? Kind of shy and boyish. Very disarming. Because the boy can kiss!! Damn, I’m having trouble typing just remembering. Oh, and great abs!

Don’t ask.

I’ll write again tomorrow after I see him. Send positive thoughts. I’m a nervous wreck.

Love,

Karrie

She signed off and didn’t even consider switching to work as she had planned. The furious and cathartic typing had done its job. All she could think about suddenly was crawling into bed.

Tonight she’d get all the rest she could. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Tomorrow night even bigger. Because she had no intention of sleeping alone.

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