Cowboy Casanova By Natalie Intihar When Cal walks into my apartment with a bottle of white wine, beaming, I know something is entirely wrong about this night. It had been just over three months since our first date at the fancy Italian restaurant where his mom worked as head chef, and I had found myself … Continue reading Cowboy Casanova
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