I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous having someone in my space before. Jake is so grown and adult and hot. And I’m…well, I’m grown too, but I definitely don’t feel adult. Never have. Probably never will. I’ve given up any aspirations of becoming the woman who rinses out her mug and puts it right into the dishwasher when I’m done with it. I don’t need that kind of pressure in my life.
Relatable
