#22 My Girl

She was wearing a dry set of clothes but her hair was still damp.

He could almost feel the electricity flow through her as he toyed with the idea of taking her to bed.


But then again..

It wasn’t a good idea to turn her on tonight.

It had been a short dash through the rain but he didn’t want to take any chances with her.

She was more real than any of the girls he met on dates.




He moved his hand away from the concealed switch in her back.

Taking her out tonight had been a mistake.

2 responses to “#22 My Girl

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