Jasmine
Things had been going surprisingly smooth between Shane and me.
Well, other than the minor lapse when I’d been seconds away from launching myself at him.
Luckily, after that moment on the bed before dinner, we’d both kept to the no hands or hot looks rules.
We’d had dinner, then gone to the casino and played a few games, before sitting at the bar in the center of the slot machines and having a couple drinks before hitting the hay.
We’d done a little more getting to know you, like…
“What’s your favorite animal?”
Goat for me, dog for him.
“I’ve never lived anywhere where I could have a dog, and I’ve always wanted one,” he’d said.
Noted.
“Do you like that vegemite stuff?”
He hates it.
“Which Lewis would you take to a theme park?”
Reardon.
We’d steered clear of any s****l
