CARLA
Weeks went by in a blur. I could barely keep track of time, because I had my mind in the clouds.
My mind. My heart. My senses. They were all wrapped up in a ruggedly handsome cloud named Dawson.
After the project defense, we became a bit too close. He opted to teach me how to use the phone and it made me drop by his suite a couple of times.
And then he wouldn't stop texting and calling. We spoke for over three hours daily, and then he rounded it up by sending his usual steamy naughty lines.
It was one thing my prim ass had to get used to— the fact that Dawson was a naughty guy and that he wasn't gonna change anytime soon.
It took a while before I could make peace with that fact. And then I did, and I found myself loving every inch of his naughtiness.
I anticipate his mes
