Big Friday. Big week.
I'm completely exhausted from being flirtatious and fabulous at work, having been distracted and on edge for most of the day.
B is on a mission to tell me how he feels, in as many words.
It's disarming. I get the feeling he's a true, good natured, honest country boy from Adelaide. But I've been wrong before.
He also gives me the feeling that I've rocked his boat to the point where he's about to tip right out.
Terribly flattering, yes.
What is happening? Where did all this come from all of a damn sudden? And will it please stop so I can get some bloody work done!
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