I broke the one-night stand rule.
I screwed someone I knew. Someone I had to see again.
Oh, and the cherry on top, (literally), was that I gave him my virginity.
Big mistake. Huge mistake.
Dalton Douglas lived thousands of miles away.
I thought I was safe.
Until I showed up at my internship and found out we were working together.
We were never supposed to touch each other.
His family hated me.
I hated his family.
We weren’t supposed to like each other.
But why did I still feel drawn towards him?
Why did I still allow him to touch me?
To kiss me?
To screw me?