Ella Maise

And isn’t that how it goes? You get over the guy way before you get over the memories.

I wondered if I would get arrested if I just hopped over the wall, ran to his side while his eyes were closed, and pulled down his shorts. They wouldn’t count a case of extreme curiosity as a crime, right? Hell, maybe what he was packing in there would be worth the time I’d spend behind bars, daydreaming about his cock.

I already apologized for being curious.”

“Oh, so that’s what we’re calling invading privacy these days, is that it?”