14 LAYNEAfter a long day at the office, and then a hot shower, I’m lying in bed at barely nine o’clock on a Tuesday night when my cell phone chimes from beside me.
I turn it over to find a text from Griffin.
Hey chica.
I smile and shake my head.
Hey stud. What’s up?
Flirting with him this way is entirely new and unexpected and a big piece of me absolutely loves it. I guess some part of me really took my therapist’s comments to heart. I’m definitely putting myself out there and having more fun. And while it won’t lead to anything serious, she was right—it’s surprisingly freeing to give in to temptation. Especially when that temptation is six feet of virile masculinity with a wide, firm chest and jaw-dropping good looks.
His reply comes seconds later.
I’m horny.
Those two little word
