Violet Haze

His deep voice is sexy just as I imagined

I’ll be twenty-one tomorrow. You?”

“Nice.” He drops his hand, stepping back as the cashier behind us announces the total to the person ordering, and smiles at me. “I’m thirty. But it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to make sure you were legal.”

Our lips are so close, and I admit it, I’m extremely turned on by our position. He smells amazing, he’s gorgeous, and he wants me. And I wish he’d lean in and kiss me, but I feel the hesitation to go forward in him

“I’m sure your girlfriend would love to know you’re hitting on a girl that isn’t her in this cafe.”

He leans in at the same moment I feel his hand slide into my pocket, tugging me until my side is against

“My card is in your pocket, Caroline. Call me.”

“My card is in your pocket, Caroline.

My card is in your pocket, Caroline. Call me.”

“Hay is for horses.”

There’s something wrong with me.

Not maybe.

Definitely.