Tatum
I wake feeling groggy since I was on the vid call with Ford until late. I still feel shocked at his explosion on the screen, but I liked it. Is that wrong of me? I mean it’s dirty, right? Nobody has been like that with me and for him to want to do that with me even though we’re just fake dating. Wow is all I can think. He seems to be dominating my every thought, like he is living rent free in my head right now. Him and his friends. I still feel the dull, aching throb between my legs where he was last night at the party.
My limbs feel achy and I hope I’m not coming down with something. Already, I can hear my father clattering around downstairs in the kitchen. He’s not exactly like a church mouse and I know I have to go down and face him at some point. He doesn’t leave for pack work
