My Broken Marine

I didn’t know who Maurice was until that day that we literally collapsed with each other.

I heard he is known as a bad boy in this small town.

Me, as a single mom, don’t really need a bad boy like this in my life right now.

I see this man with his arms full of tattoos, his mean demeanor, his chiseled perfect body. I wasn’t expecting to meet him, let alone the way it happened.

I can’t help it, but I cannot stop thinking of our encounter. I fantasize about what would happen. The kisses, the touches, the sensations on my skin.

Destiny brought us together again and again in those weird encounters and what was meant to happen, happened.

Now, I’m afraid to fall in love, but I guess it’s too late now. My broken Marine stole my heart already.