Want You Back

Charlotte.

I thought I'd lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on hung out of the moving train's window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it.
So we agreed to meet at the next station.
To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blue eyes that made my toes curl.
He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry... off the charts, but I had career dreams that didn't include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans.
Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condoms back at my place.
Surely one night was allowed...