Katie Bailey

My eyes travel further south, taking in a tanned, chiselled torso and a glimpse of an inhumanly perfect deep V, just visible above white athletic shorts. Have I died and gone to hottie heaven?

And I might have skipped out on work early today so I could cook her favorite—steak fajitas—for dinner tonight.

Is it weird that I feel like I’ve missed her over the past few days?

Probably.