I just love puppies.
Language: en
Before my neighbor, Dylan Price, left for college, he stopped me in my tracks. His head was bowed, ears flushed crimson, as he mumbled, "Can I be your boyfriend?" I simply turned away, tossing over my shoulder, "I like *mature* men." Five years later, he pinned me against a wall, his hand cupping my chin, forcing me to look away— My boyfriend was intimately wrapping his arm around another woman’s waist, leisurely browsing in a luxury store. "Is *that* the mature man you like, Avery?" Dylan whispered, his hot breath making my scalp prickle. 1 I stared at the cheating couple in the…