Hazel
We get to the club house about half an hour before six. Wolf has a meeting at six with his President and the other guys, that is called “church” but none of his friends seems religious. We rode his bike over here and the entire time, Wolf either had his hands on me or I had my hands on him. I leaned into him just to brush my lips against his neck and smell his cologne. I knew I was a “physical touch” kind of person, but Jeff was never that touchy feely with me. Sure, he held my hand here and there. In the beginning he was but thinking back on it that only lasted for about a year then it was like he was grossed out. I really should have caught on sooner. I had rose colored glasses and now I am seeing the world in a different color. If it wasn’t for Wolf, I would truly be devastated r
