<strong>Taylor</strong>

By the time I got dressed and found the courage to head downstairs, I was an emotional mess. I was trying to find something presentable with the clothes his sister had abandoned, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Tatum. Never in my life had anyone ever gotten me as flustered as he had. 

I felt like a hormonal teenager eager to get herself off at the first man willing to take a second look at her, and it was incredibly disturbing. How was I supposed to ...