All I need is time in a studio to blow some glass.
How could I know the owner was the guy who ghosted me after one date?
Not that I’d thought about our date much over the past three years. Or the perfect kiss we’d shared before we’d parted. Or the fact that Ryan had been the only guy who’d accepted me as I was, curves and all.
Nope. None of that had crossed my mind. At. All.
I was over it.
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