All this talk of dreams and a hot blonde has turned my brain to mush.
He sauntered away. As he looked for his mother, he wondered if the cute caseworker had a boyfriend. Pissed that she was on his mind, he tried to push her away, but he wasn’t having any luck. He wanted to know more about her. He knew she was attracted to him, but he also knew that she wanted nothing to do with him. That suited him just fine because he didn’t want anything to do with her either.
Then why am I wondering what she’s doing right now? I have to stop whatever shit is going on with me.
I don’t want her.
I don’t have time for her.
I don’t want to get to know her.
Yeah… right.
