I believe Mark and I are having some s****l tension. Is it crazy for me to say that?
Why do I feel like I'm being electrified whenever he touches me?
Why would we make a joke about having s*x if not to make fun of it?
Why would we look for more reasons to get together?
I attempted to shake Mark from my mind. It was a waste of time. I had classes, a part-time job at a clothes store to attend to, and...
That's all there is to it.
To be honest, I didn't have much else going on.
"What's your name?" inquired the barista.
I was at the front of the queue at the Coffee Bean near the mall. With his tan apron, a name tag, and the ever-powerful Sharpie, Maxwell stood opposite the counter.
My arms were clasped across my chest. "Seriously? Maxwell, I come here virtually every day. You are
