What the heart wants โค๏ธ


For starters, I wasn’t really that wild as an adolescent. Mainly because I was afraid of how my parents would react if I put even my pinky toe out of line. I figured they’d ship me off to boarding school, or the Christian Academy down the street like they threatened to do on a regular basis.

But, let’s face it, a girl can only stay well-behaved for so long at 15. I started to become attracted to the bad boys. I think it was because I thought they were everything I wasn’t or perhaps it was their hot attitude problems. Whatever it was, I ended up dating a guy named Franklin who was an absolute bad boy.
We were, uhh, quite the match. I got great grades and he beat up boys that looked in my direction too long. I went to field hockey practice and he smoked weed in the woods nearby. It was all fun and games till Franklin caught a felony and found himself in jail and then on house arrest.

Fast forward 10 years and now I’m married to a super attractive, loving cop named Ricky. Ricky follows the rules, obsesses over me, and stays calm in all situations. My 15 year old self never saw this shit coming and honestly, nor did I.

The heart wants what it wants,

Blaire ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿผโค๏ธ

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