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SCARLETT
SATURDAY SEVEN A.MI was up super early looking after the most recent litter of puppies, which my Yorkie dam had just whelped and already drank two cups of tea. But I couldn’t blame caffeine for the excitement that buzzed inside me. It’s one thing to assume you’re in love and have it get tossed in your face because in your foolish youth you misread the cues. It was understandable, yes, but still hard to forgive. Honestly, I still kicked myself over Darwood.
This whirring sensation that had set in since being carried by Dr. Dreamy was something I could handle. s****l attraction pure and simple. So long as I didn’t convince myself it was anything more, everything would be fine. Judging by the state of my body, it was long overdue for some nookie.
There was a knock at the door
