MY BUTTER HALF — Frankie Love

I've spent my life in the stuffy corporate world. 
So when I see Lucia delivering milk and butter from a local farm, she's the breath of fresh air I crave. 
But this darling farm girl is wholesome in ways I'm not.
And I want to do more than butter her biscuit. I want all of her. Forever.
I may be twenty years older than this sweet thing, but I say butter late than never.
I want to make her my butter half. Now.

 Dear Reader,
Logan is all grown up with one thing on his mind: Lucia.
He's ready to spread the love because he knows they're butter together than a part.
You ready to melt, babycakes?
xo, frankie