Fantasies. We all have them. The night I go home with him, he’s mine. Dark. Dominant. His hot Brit accent makes me wet. He has secrets. A past. A son. But that night, I only know I want him. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl. I don’t get drunk. Don’t go home with handsome strangers. I’d never creep out next morning, Without exchanging names. Until I do. Until he finds me again, And melts my inhibitions. Until I’m dancing to his dark tune, And bending my rules. I shouldn’t—I won’t—fall for him. But I can’t stop playing his games. Temptation is an understatement. Addiction is the truth.