Good Girls
I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macarons for breakfast. I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me. I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him. He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out. Rule number 1 was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man who I wrote my lease check to. So, I tucked him away in the “Fantasize Only” compartment of my brain and called it a day. But he didn’t make it easy. He was arrogant, funny, and the biggest flirt I had ever met. Most of the time, I didn’t know if I was just a game to him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on a mission to ruin my life. And maybe my heart, too.
