Jeremiah

Time is literally slipping through my fingers, and so is my sanity.
I can’t come to terms with the fact that I’m about to dive in head first with another
Casanova Bachelor.
Jeremiah Edwards.
He’s a big, rough and tough. His hands are as strong as his will and as the first
couple of days in his company slip by I realize something terrible:
I like him.
A lot.
I went into this month hoping the next man on the docket would be a bore. It would
be even easier for me if he was a complete waste of space. But alas, I’m not that
lucky. Never have been. Jeremiah is as charming as the men who came before him
in this year long dating escapade, and damn him for it. All I need is a break. Some
time to collect my thoughts.
A chance to breathe.
But Jeremiah makes me all hot and bothered and the only thing I want to breathe is
the same air as him.
I know. It’s terribly sickening. I wish I could change it. I wish I could keep him at
arm’s length.
Especially since the Memorial Day party is looming over my head. At the end of the
month I’ll be in a room with all the Casanova Bachelors. Just little old me and twelve
of them.
Nervous isn’t the right word to sum up how I feel about it all.
Petrified would be more accurate.
And the man I thought I would go to for comfort may not be who I end up leaning on
when the time comes.
If there was ever a time for a breakdown, it’s now.
At least Jeremiah has big strong hands to put me back together.