Ryan
I’m in love with Sally Fletcher.
My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I left her bed this morning. She was so cute when she nestled up to me like a little kitten searching for warmth. It was all purely sweet and innocent...until she groped my butt like the secret little pervert she is. Not that I mind. I honestly find her attraction to me adorable. There is just something about how she looks at my pectoral muscles that makes me smile.
I stare up at the ceiling, smiling until the reality of the situation crashes over me. What am I doing thinking about a girl when I have so many plans I must set into motion? I still haven’t found my mother’s crypt. I’ve been slacking off, which is highly unlike me. I should be stalking Ashton right now, finding him alone in an alley, and threatening
