Where has all the charm from the bar and his apartment gone, Blakely? We got on so well, laughed, had sex, and now we have no clue how to be around each other? I mean, I shrieked the other night when I saw him with his shirt undone.” I lean in and whisper, “I licked his nipples, Blakely, and now I’m clutching my pearls over seeing a little man-cleave? What is wrong with me?”
