I’m done pretending. I’m ready to let my guard down. To be me—truly me. To feel wanted. To finally give in to all the yearnings I’ve buried for so long. It’s time to explore. It’s time for my journey of self-discovery to begin, to uncover all my hidden desires and needs. I just wasn’t expecting the biggest one to be him.

I don't like complications. I like things simple. I don't need other people's messes. I need order. I don't require regular companionship. I only require a sweet, submissive body for an evening. I don't do relationships of any kind... until her. She's complicated, messy, and in dire need of someone. She's all the things I don't like, need, or require. But suddenly, I can't help but want it all.

Me. He chose me—messy, chaotic, naïve. He’s all I see, his voice all I hear—controlled, disciplined, commanding. I am his and he is mine. We are a beautiful masterpiece of art together. He chose me. The problem is, it was always meant to be temporary. Will he still choose me when it’s over? Because I forgot to tell my heart.