6 in the evening
You are getting ready for work as is usual for this week at least
I hate that you have to go. I hate that the stupid manager put you on night shift, again.
"Come with me," You say suddenly.
"To the bar?"
"Yeah. Call your friends and stay for an hour or two. I promise to steal a few kisses and flirt with no one but you. I also promise free drinks – maybe one or two," You say sweetly.
Are my friends up for drinks on a weeknight? I don't even have to mention it twice. We don't stay for two hours. We stay for four. 10 stolen kisses and one making-out session, not bad.
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Storie brevi*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
