I can’t peel my eyes off of her, even though I want to. Even though she’s not at all my type at this point in my life. She has city girl written all over her. She has wild child written all over her. She’s not some sweet, small-town girl. She’s the girl who told me she’d be ready for me to inspect her undergarments and didn’t think twice about it. She has temptation written all over her.
