I spent all day Monday getting my ass kicked by my trainer, and then endured an excruciating sports massage by the team’s masseur, aptly nicknamed Thor. All in all, it was a good day.
There’s nothing that centers me more than some good old-fashioned hard work, yet still I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. I’ll give you one guess about what that thing might be. A certain five-foot-nothing feisty brunette named Aubree Derrick. And now the idea of going home alone to an empty apartment, well, let’s just say it’s the last thing I want to do. A root canal would rank higher, quite frankly.
thingI haven’t seen her since Saturday, when we spent the night together in the honeymoon suite.
She messaged me late Sunday, asking if I’d gotten home okay, but I haven’t replied yet. Mostly be
