He is in his thirties, I'm still in high school. This is the kind of things that make me wish I were older sometimes. I have a feeling that he is watching me. His eyes are two blue crystal balls I can't stop dreaming of, no matter how hard I try. The only thing is, I don't think he sees me the way I see him. I get this furiously aroused feeling inside of me when I'm around him.
Would he ever want to talk to or even look at me, if he knew what kind of dirty, secretive dreams I'd be having about him and what kind of naughty things I do to myself when I think of him? He only sees me as this sixteen year old troubled girl in high school. Or does he...?
A story of Denial, Great Passion, Sex, and most importantly, Love.
WARNING: This novel will have adult content, therefore, ones underageshould not attempt to read.
KEEP in mind that this story has not yet been edited to its fullest.
Beware of errors, grammatical or non-grammatical.
NOTE : MATURE CONTENT
