The last trip to Great Aunt Sassy’s new place is executed with finesse. I head home, take a shower, eat a salad, drink two bottles of water, and plan to spend the rest of the evening on the sofa, chilling. Good for me. Rest time. Who doesn’t love it?
It’s after dark when Jamie busts through the front door of my apartment. He’s dressed in skinny jeans, a tight and white T-shirt that looks like its painted over his chiseled chest, Italian loafers the color of caramel, and a brass bracelet on his left wrist, which I really don’t understand its meaning. His teeth glimmer white, and his eyes sparkle, as usual. The truth hits me like a freight truck: he’s beyond beautiful and definitely in the top one percent of gorgeous when it comes to humans. Jamie Oakley is handsome on Wikipedia. Look it up
