Drunk dialing at its finest...
All it took was a couple bottles of champagne...
And a fully charged cellphone,
For me to go from widow to call girl.
Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed.
To feel something again.
Something safe.
Until my caller returns the favor the next day
Aaron Skye is anything but normal.
He has me feeling things I haven’t felt in years.
Now I’m wondering, what started out as careless whispers could it smoldered into something more?
