JORDAN
Of all the girls in the bar that night, why did it have to be Astrid? We should never have crossed paths. Maybe I would have been able to see her as a f*****g kid she was supposed to be.
I want to call her that —a kid —to stop my d**k from having ideas, but she was never that—a kid. At least not since that night at the bar.
She’s a woman. A beautiful f*****g woman with a lethal weapon in the form of a body –soft and curvy in all the right places.
I don’t know what sick twist of fate the universe is playing at. Screw that s**t, I can’t keep blaming the universe.
What went down last night and this morning is entirely me. All of it. And maybe Astrid’s. But I still take the blame.
I shouldn’t have allowed her into my house. My house is sacred. My house is my respite. And now she
