Noelle

Your mama would call me a whore.
I am not.
I just liked a good seein’ to. To be known, Old Testament-style. But I usually scare them off.
I’m a psychiatrist with a specialty in sex, and collecting data doesn’t end when I shut my office door.
And I’ll use any old excuse to justify my reckless behavior.
But it’s a small world, and sometimes past lovers fall into your lap. (Literally.)
Ones who ripped your heart from your chest.
I don’t know if I want it.
I don’t know if my heart will let me have it.
I don’t know if I will catch fire, tear my thrumming stitches, or drown.
It doesn’t matter. Because Tyrone is coming with me.
He might not wish he did.
He might want to run.