Michael Byers was annoying but insisting. I believe he only wanted me because I wasn’t his. He made me want to be his.
Maybe it was the fact that he was hot, built like a Greek god, or maybe it was just the way he talked. The thing is, I knew I was moving too fast when I dropped my towel right in front of him. I didn’t want to fall for him, I just wanted to test him… and taste him too. Which I did, over and over. Until it became too much.
Book #2 on the Keeping it Real Series. It can be read as a standalone novella.