S'more Than a Feeling

I think I just slept with Mr. Perfect. Too bad he turned out to be my brother's best friend.

The tattooed stranger rode a motorcycle while helping me collect stray cats. My boots gave me blisters and he carried me on his back. I needed help and he didn't ask questions before assisting me. Could there be a more perfect man? It just made sense to lick him and claim him as mine right then and there.

I probably should have asked him more questions before we slept together.

Like, what's your last n...