I’m not a very smart man.
If I were, I wouldn’t be torturing myself like this. Playing house, pretending this way with Sara . . . I know it’s not smart, but somehow it’s all I want in the world tonight.
She’s due here in twenty minutes, and I couldn’t be more excited. This is definitely the highlight of my week. After practice, a workout, and then a nap, I shopped for groceries and then showered again to make sure all the parts I want her mouth and hot skin all over are nice and smooth.
Thankfully, my cleaning lady was here today, so I don’t have anything to clean up. My place is immaculate. My counters are now littered with the ingredients for tonight’s dinner, and I have low music playing on the surround-sound system. I check the display and see the low, moody song playing now is titl
