Medora
Would it have hurt Yellow to mention that Peter's friend was tagging along? No! But, of course, she didn't. Now I have a grown-ass, thirty-two-year-old following me around like a child. Anyone who didn't know us would probably think this was some sort of double date couples' trip.
Eww.
Peter's friend, Charles, isn't bad-looking, but I guess I'm more into younger guys now -though it hurts my brain to admit it.
Have I heard back from Clyde? No. Do I care? I still convince myself the answer is no.
But do I dream about his sexy, veiny hands roaming my body? Definitely. And just the thought of that makes heat pool beneath me.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a finished woman. Finished-for a nineteen-year-old. I gagged internally. I deserve to be arrested if my fantasies were ma
