“Oh my god the things I’d do to you if I could have gone out tonight.”
About the only thing a Vermont blizzard is good for is creating the perfect situation for early-morning-hour sexting. And there are very few things I love more than early-morning-hour sexting. Over-the-knee Italian leather boots come to mind, and Criminal Minds marathons so I can stare at Shemar Moore for hours on end, but other than that…not much. I’m a writer. Is it really that surprising words affect me that much?