I’m on the run from danger, so why is it that Mr. Dangerous Next Door has me feeling like I should run into his arms for safety?
I’m so leery of why, or what’s attached to that. I’ve almost given up thinking men are genuine, although I do manage to keep a positive outlook on life.
Rule he says.
Rules make things work better.Something about that makes me uneasy, yet comforts me at the same time.
My life has always been in chaos and it never got me anywhere. I could actually use a little structure, some firm guidelines to help me dig myself out of the hole I currently find myself in.
And the man next door just might be the one to help me.