This living arrangement is SO not working.
Hearing the growl of his motorcycle pulling into the driveway at all hours of the night, knowing he’s probably just been in the arms of another women…It’s killing me.
But we’re friends. BEST friends. And having that piece of Jake will have to be enough, because losing him?
Not an option.
Having Honey within easy reach has been torture ever since she moved in.
I don’t even sleep in my own bed because I don’t trust myself when she’s near. But a sweet, classy girl like Honey deserves more than the likes of me…
Lately, though, she’s been rattling my cage.
Almost like she’s got those hot little hands wrapped around the bars on purpose…
Maybe it’s finally time to see if she can handle the animal she awakens.