I walked away from it all—the job and the hot boss. The problem is I still want the guy, and I still blush when I have to say penis. Not as much these days, but my cheeks still tinge pink from time to time when I say it around just the right person. Him—specifically.
Life is confusing as I know my heart is elsewhere. I shouldn’t have walked away that night, just because he thought I was a stripper. That’s the easy answer. The reality is I messed up and fell in love with him and panicked. This lifestyle would never be accepted by his friends, which means walking away was the best thing I could’ve done. I’ll accept being his friend and only that.