Chapter 23

• MIRA, 27 YEARS OLD, NEW YORK.
• Remember the really hot dude from the convenience store I had offered head in attempts to get my noodles out of his stranglehold? Yeah… I was barely keeping up too when he walked into my fucking apartment with a head full of golden curls that basically moved with him as he strode gracefully to the seat I had offered him when I’d gotten off the phone with Z.
• I had taken one look at his flustered ass and called him Goldie and I couldn’t find any form of guilt in me as I watched him try to recover from the sudden nickname. It was instinctual at this point. To call people by names that I thought suited them when I was this fucking nervous.