Regina
I knew I was being a b***h, and for absolutely no reason. Because when I stepped away from the situation and looked at it like a rational human being, I could see that Jeff was being very good to me.
Maybe that was the problem. Why did he have to be so perfect?
Dallas always said, “Good men are like unicorns. They are mythical creatures that only exist in fairytales.”
There was Jeff, putting a home cooked meal on a cute little table, acting like a f.ucking unicorn.
And I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do with this version of the man. The Jeff I knew had been charming and sexy and nice too. But he’d also been domineering, and controlling. The thing was, I knew how to deal with bossy, know-it-all-Jeff. I knew how to keep my defenses up and my claws out, just in c
