Dream Lover

Did Indiana Jones just dump me at the altar?

Devastated doesn't even begin to describe that moment.
Even though the cosplay theme wasn't exactly my dream wedding.
Even though my married name would have been Pepper Salt.
Even though I had a vague sense I was settling.
Jilted is jilted.
And when the news is delivered by an Ewok? Even worse.

My life was a shitshow, and I needed a distraction.
So my girls decided to take me to see our teenage crush band on their one-night reunion tour.
I found a distraction alright.
THE Noah Mack.
Former lead singer turned pro bono lawyer who helps little old ladies across the street.
Rock hard abs and a stare that says, "You can introduce me to your parents."

I'm so screwed.

Suddenly, he's pulling me up on stage,
inviting me back to his dressing room.
Showing up at my office with that hard body and that cocky smile.

To say my guard is up would be an understatement.
I can't get hurt again. Love just isn't for me.
Besides, can any man actually be this good?