Maddox
It’s a strange feeling this thing that keeps thrumming in my chest every time Sydney is around. It feels like my heart is pumping blood at double speed. It’s both painful and strangely satisfying. See, one part of me wants to let her be and let her go back home, but the other part just can’t seem to leave her the f**k alone. This is all foreign to me and I have to admit, I don’t f*****g know what to do with it. She’s really different from the women I’ve met and been with. She’s confident in her craft, but a bit reserved most of the time. She’s genuine and super funny too. We could stay up all night and spend the entire day talking about some s**t and I still won’t feel bored.
Heck, I’ve never had honest-to-goodness deep conversations with the opposite s*x ever. None of them made m
