He was a lady fucking, tequila shooting, drug doing bad boy.
Brittany dressed Sax Fifth Avenue on a Walmart salary.
When you’re finished with your New York, come get you some Montana.
We spent every possible waking, and every sleeping, moment together for months.
I had to agree to learn to drive a stick so the next time I could get myself out of my own mess.
I was married once. And that’s all I have to say about that.
James kissed me goodnight and left me at my door as wet as a porn star and begging for a second date.
I stand there. I just stand there. I have no idea.
I’m not relationship material.