Author's Note

I'm feeling good in my beat up, baby blue convertible, my hair streaming behind me like a banner, the country station on, and my favorite pair of shades on. That's when it happens. BAM! I crash right into the car in front of me, and believe me when I say, IT IS NOT MY FAULT. Ok, so maybe it, kinda, sorta, is my fault. I mean, I did get distracted by the Greek God that was jogging up to my car-but, can you really blame me?

*NOTE: this story is still currently being written, so the whole story has not been published