“Hello, neighbor. Going down?”
Miss Pink
That’s what I call her.
Her “real” name is too ridiculous to repeat.
Besides, my nickname for her is more than apt.
Everything about her is pink, from the pink champagne she gets delivered by the caseload, to the tiny pink feathers I find randomly breezing down the hallway of our apartment building in her wake.
It’s ridiculous…in the most addictive way.
Clark Kent
That’s what I call him.
His “real” name is still a mystery to me.
Which makes him all the more intriguing.
Besides, my nickname for him is more than apt.
Everything about him is straight-laced and serious from the dark-rimmed glasses to the dark suits he wears to work each day.
There’s something about that stoic demeanor which is…so dang sexy.
We’re as opposite as can be.
Who would have ever thought we’d end up as a couple?
Certainly not our exes.
