Don't tell anyone, but I have a crush on a tourist who only comes to my shop once a year.

Today is the day he visits again.

Every year like clockwork for the last five years, the tourist comes to my little bookstore and cafe in the mountains of Colorado on one of the last steam trains toward the end of the season. He is tall, strong, and sexy, with a smile that makes my knees weak and an accent to die for.

While appears in my dreams every night and I wait for his return every year, I h...
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Don't tell anyone, but I have a crush on a tourist who only comes to my shop once a year.

Today is the day he visits again.

Every year like clockwork for the last five years, the tourist comes to my little bookstore and cafe in the mountains of Colorado on one of the last steam trains toward the end of the season. He is tall, strong, and sexy, with a smile that makes my knees weak and an accent to die for.

While appears in my dreams every night and I wait for his return every year, I have always been too shy to say anything more than "How's your coffee?" But this year, I promised myself that I would talk to him, like actually talk to him.

However, when he shows up late I almost hit him in the head with a feather duster - great start.

And when he cannot make it back down the mountains with the last train, I have the craziest idea:

I ask him to stay the night with me.

... What have I done?
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