Finally, I kicked him out as I was getting tired and needed some sleep before my little ball of energy daughter woke me up at the crack of dawn.
“Don’t worry about cooking tomorrow night. I will bring dinner. Any allergies or anything you or Tilly don’t’ like?”
“Yes, men who don’t get the message.”
He chuckles the most panty-wetting deep husky chuckle that I am going to ignore and tell my body to calm the f**k down. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at 6 then. Good night Cara.”
“Good night.” I said and quickly closed the door behind him and locked it.
Bloody men!
I do everything I can to distract myself as I do my nighttime routine and hop into bed.
I don’t need him, we don’t need him.
It’s easy to sing sonnets, but it doesn’t mean he will do what he says. I bet he is actually
