AGOSTI
I was smiling… like a lovestruck f*****g i***t.
I straightened in my seat, the pen I was twirling while I thought about her exact reaction to what I had done thrown to the side.
What was this game I had decided to play?
The plane ticket to her best friend and the roses with the stupid little note I had made sure to write myself
What was my play?
There was nothing except that I could not stop thinking about her. I was like a junkie going through my withdrawal phase and feeling I could die if I did not have that one drug… just one taste.
She was like a drug that I was stupidly not immune to.
I had f****d a lot of girls and most of them her age but never had I been stuck up on one for the whole of a day not to talk of days.
Rachael, I thought… no, she is Isabella… and she is y
