Run For Your Honey

How dare he show up now, looking like that, and he’s running against me for mayor. It’s unfair, him standing there, too tall and handsome for his own good. It’s audacious that his clothes accentuate every lean, strong curve of his body. It’s universal BS that his smile makes my heart flipflop, and it’s patently un-freaking-believable that my body would betray me when he turns that gorgeous smile on me. I’ll do whatever it takes to win, and he knows it. But when he kisses me, all bets are off. If I win, he leaves. If he wins, I lose. And either way, he breaks my heart.