This morning when I woke, I had a message from him waiting that read, "Good morning, pretty girl. Krauss Athletic Association. Field 6." I never said anything back. I debated it all day, but I’m sure he saw I read it, and if he understands me the way I think he does, then he knows I’ll show. If the way he makes me feel goes both ways, even in the slightest, there’s no way I wouldn’t. I’m hooked.
