Witchwife
Witchwife Max was in good spirits as he got out of the cab. He had gotten lucky far beyond his league with Eliza, and if first dates could be measured in success, then the words "why don't we go back to my place?" being asked of him would indicate he had achieved a near-perfect scoring. He couldn't believe it. They had connected randomly via an app, and he had assumed after he sent her a message that she would swipe on him. It wasn't because he was ugly or anything. He was tall,...