Taming The Playboy
She spat the words like poison.
I straightened slowly. “I’m sorry… what? Too sweet? Are we in a different universe? Since when did being a decent human become a federal offense? The world of men is so messed up!”
I sank back down and pulled May into my arms. She trembled, finally breaking. Tears spilled freely, warm and gut-wrenching, against my shoulder. “May, listen to me,” I whispered, stroking her hair. “This says nothing about you and everything about how tiny that boy’s confidence is. He doesn’t deserve you. If anything, thank God it happened now and not ten years later when he’d pull this stunt right before a mortgage payment.”