I was up early Monday morning to finish up the alterations for the dress for Georgia. Once she arrived in Ke’aloha, I was going to need to fix the hem and make sure everything was okay, but I wanted to get the majority of the dress done.
Except I couldn’t concentrate. I kept replaying my night with Mack. Over and over again.
I couldn’t be in love with him, but I knew what I felt wasn’t just l**t. It was strong enough that I wanted to go back to his house and wake him up and be with him. And not just s*x, although I wouldn’t ever pass up a chance to have him blow my mind again. I wanted to talk to him. To hold his hand and walk down the street. To go to a movie and curl up next to him on the couch. To build a life with him.
He said he was all in, but I didn’t know what exactly that meant
