'Do you?'
My heart was doing some crazy somersaulting s**t right now. I typed a response and deleted it a few times. The first said something like;
- f**k yeah
The second;
- I wish you were in my arms.
Where was this s**t coming from. In my arms? I didn't do affection? I didn't do cuddling. This was crazy. Stupid crazy. Even more confusingly, she sent another message.
- Just kidding around with you, D. Although I could go for some hot chocolate right now. I love the way you're so liberal with the chocolate sauce.
And yet again I didn't know what to say. This was out of my skill set. A completely different world to me. I could be an ugly ogre for all she knew, and to some people, I was. At over six foot, and packed with twenty inches of sinewy muscle on my biceps and a hardened weigh
