Ian McMasters and I were like gasoline and fire. Chemistry I could feel from a mile away, and more addictive than any drug. Together, we were explosive.
Ian was there. He was always there - my rock and my hard place, all in one.
"I want that, I want it with you. I want everything with you."
I couldn't go to Duncan's for dinner with f*ck-me underwear on. What if we did start to mess around and he made it that far? Little hard to look the part of conflicted good girl and not-expecting-this when the last layer is nastiness personified.
"Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now? Like I almost don't want to mess you up."
"Please mess me up."
"Oh, I'm going to, I just want to memorize it first."
"Not so fast, don't skip ahead. I mean once I'm inside you ... fuck, it's gonna be a runaway train ..."