I grew up next to the Morgan boys.
Playing doctor was really fun.
But now, ten years later I’m back from college.
And the Morgans … well, they make me shiver, everything going hot.
Because the men are gorgeous.
Matt on Monday.
Tim on Tuesday.
Will on Wednesday.
Trent on Thursday.
Ford on Friday.
Sam on Saturday.
And Smith … oh god, Smith’s perfect for Sundays.
Because Sunday’s meant for penance.
Doing right and thinking good thoughts.
Going to church and acting godly.
But I can’t be good.
I can’t possibly choose, they’re too gorgeous.
So I don’t pick.
Is that wrong?
Or is seven my lucky number?