Every morning he dropped his children off I could feel my palms getting clammy. He made my lady bits tingle. Maybe it was because my father walked out on me when I was three, but I had a thing for Mackenzie and Jaxon's dad. His arms in those flannel shirts and the way his pants perfectly hugged his ass forced my eyes to stay locked on him until he left the building. You could consider it stalking, but I call it fair game since he's recently divorced.
*Inspired by true events*