My dry spell isn’t voluntary. It just happened. Or didn’t happen. And then... it didn’t happen some more.
I’m not saying I’m looking for perfection, but is hot, sweaty sex with a genuinely decent guy too much to ask?
When I meet the much older and newly retired Master Sergeant Carter Willis, he definitely fits my criteria. But after he rescues me from the worst of my dating mistakes, I can’t tell if he’s watching my back to protect it, or because he likes what he sees.
Giving romance tips to strangers is easy. This feeling I get when Carter is around is making life complicated. It feels like a thing. A forever type thing.
And if there’s one thing that scares me more than my accidental abstinence becoming a permanent condition… It’s trusting in forever.