I guess I just forgot.To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He f*cked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?
Ciro wrote his love a poem…
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Savannah:
Without you, I’d be just me.
There’d be no soul-shaking, mind-bending us.
Without you, my heart wouldn’t feel so red,
So packed with desire, passion, and everything you.
You, my perfect girl,
You, my beauty queen,
Were always destined for radiant bliss.
And I, your sinner,
I, your heartbreaker,
Am finally the teen-feet man
Who makes you beam.
On this first Valentine’s day,
I give you hibiscus.
On this first Valentine’s day,
I give you flamingo lilies.
I hope you like,
How I’ve tied them together,
With the truth that I
Am only yours.
I love you,
Ciro,
your kitchen poet
I’m a reader, a lover of everything beautifully written no matter the genre.
As an author, I pen flawed characters, I seek the flip side where the soul hides. Once there, I want to be pulled out of my comfort zone by stories taking on a life of their own.
I’ve written paranormal and young adult. I’ve done contemporary romance verging on erotica, and I’ve dabbled in supernatural mystery. But my heart is rooted in new adult of the true kind: young adult all grown up, with conflicts and passions that are familiar to college-aged readers and us who remember those days like they happened last night.
