The F It List

It started when my hot-as-hell coworker offered to give me my first O.
Let me back-up.
It actually started when I got dumped at the altar.

If I have to see one more sympathetic head tilt from someone asking me how I’m holding up…I might lose it.

After some serious self-reflection (and momentarily swearing off men forever) I decided the only way to figure out what I want in life is to make a list.
My F It List—A journey to self-discovery and kicking ass!

But when Grayson AKA, temptation wrapped in a three-piece-suit, offers to help me cross a few items off the list my plan goes a little…off the rails.

Teach me golf? Yes, please.
Go camping? Sure!
Kiss me in the rain? I would have said no but the moment his soft, full lips melted against mine the word ceased to exist.

So here I am trying to keep myself in the friend zone, but with each new memory we make, I feel myself falling and I’m not sure I want to be caught.

One thing that wasn’t on my list?
Having Grayson’s baby.
Knocking out the big O,
Just turned in to getting knocked up.