Would I?
Sadly, Brynn is right though. I’d probably react that way to anyone. I’ve worn out my weight in batteries over the past year and a half, but not even the best of battery-operated boyfriends can take the place of a warm body and a soft touch.
You didn’t react that way to Jaxon.
I guess between the memories of the last ball I attended and the excessive amounts of vodka, I lost control for a moment.
“Look, the guy was like bacon,” Brynn explains, interrupting my thoughts.
I shoot her a confused look. I know I’m drunk, but that man was definitely not bacon.
“Everybody loves bacon. Until they read Charlotte’s Web. Then all of a sudden, the bacon has a name and a face and eating bacon isn’t so great anymore. That guy was your bacon. You liked the fact that he had no identity. He could have been anyone in the world,” she expounds, “he could have been Reid.”
He could have been Cal.
He should have been Reid.