Repeat after me… I will not fall in love. I will not fall in love. It doesn’t matter what he looks like or what he smells like or how he makes me feels.
Or that he’s thoughtful, challenges me, and takes care of the people he loves. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I’m going to sing vintage Tina Turner and wait for the feelings to pass.
Ford Landry might have mastered my body, but I’m not letting him anywhere near my heart.
