5
Ryker
It hadn’t been the right time or place to ask the pretty little social worker out for a quick f**k to get her out of my system. We hadn’t been in the right company—but I sure as f**k had wanted to. A woman like her, though, wouldn’t want to just bend over a desk or couch and let me take what I wanted. She’d want the picket fence first. The two-point-five kids and four dogs in exchange. Hugs and cuddles, pillow talk with our bodies all wrapped up. Spooning.
All of which I wasn’t capable of offering.
I still found myself in Dunks the next morning, though, hoping she’d show up like she had Friday, even though she hadn’t dropped in once prior during the week.
Mom had made it through the night, and I’d promised to bring Jenny a box of Munchkins. Vigil hadn’t called, and I could onl
