My days were a whirlwind of legal battles. My nights? Let’s just say they involved a different kind of exertion, thanks to the undeniably attractive maintenance man, Alex.
We had a system: a no-strings fling fueled by laughter, late-night pizza, shared novels, and heated chess matches.
Except, apparently, my system was flawed. Because while Alex saw casual, I saw forever. One slip up was all it took for the whole case to unravel and now I was back-tracking fast.
But maybe all Alex needed was a shove in the right direction? Battles in court, I could do; for matters of the heart, the jury was still out.
