My liberation from my self-oppressed lifestyle was planned out carefully down to the last detail.
Everything except . . .
HIM.
I didnât see it coming, not by a long shot. My plan was safe. I was going to quit my job, say goodbye to the restraints of the life I had known, and follow my dreams.
I rented a house halfway across the globe in an exotic Spanish town on the coast. I made some new friends. I reveled in luscious food and a stunning landscape. Most of all I savored my new found freedom.
That is until I met HIM.
It was supposed to be a night of lost inhibitions, soon to become a sweet memory. That was my plan.