Must be a group member before inviting friends
She doesn’t fawn over me or say what she thinks I want to hear. She isn’t manipulating me, and doesn’t have an agenda, other than telling me no. Plus, she’s gorgeous. Her hair is the color of a jar of honey with the sun shining behind it, and blue eyes like the sky on the best kind of lazy summer day. Even in her doggy daycare uniform, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Grass-stained khaki pants have never looked so good on a woman.
