He spins around before he falls back into the chair. The second his ass hits that seat, he’s shoving his cock against me, rolling his hips in ways no man should be able to. His hands roam over my front before he flips me over, pressing his body against me. Our eyes lock and for a brief moment, I see that boy I fell so hard for. Emotions well up inside of me. He’s no good for me. I’m no good for him. Everything about this is wrong. Sometimes the things our hearts want aren’t the things our souls need, and that’s a hard pill to swallow.
