She was not my type. But I didn’t know what I was feeling as my heart raced, my stomach fluttered, and my member twitched when I looked into her eyes. All I knew was that I needed to make her mine. She was a breath of fresh air. I found myself in a difficult position. She wasn’t like the other girls. She was different. Corrupting her that first night was wrong. Three years later and she’s back. Can I keep my hands off of her? I didn’t have the answers. I did know one thing. I wanted a second chance. Meeting her again gave me an opening. Dinner was ripe with se*ual tension. I had designs on making her scream my name. What happens after? I would cross that bridge when I came to it.