In Love With A Sex Maniac
City, U
a slap in the face. I squinted, searching for shade. My mind wandered back to the lectu
ature and nurture," he'd said. I pondered this as
when I s
o see right through me. Ethan leaned against a tree, his white shirt cli
ning me?" He nodded toward the empty space beside him. I hesitated, unsure if I should trust this str
, he effortlessly drew people to him. I found myself laughing and opening up in ways I never thought possible. But beneath his charming facade, I sen
. "Good." Before I could process what was happening, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The world
" I said, trying to
ill burning with intensity. "I ju
, I knew I was in trouble. Little did I know, E
han spoke of his entrepreneurial dreams, his passion for innovation, and his drive to succeed. I found my
he confessed, his voice barely above a
silenced me wit
No expectations." I nodded, swe
led in my mind like a maelstrom. I couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan was hiding something. A secret. A truth. A part of him
ay about anyone." What did he mean? Was it genuine? Or just a line? I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. Dangerously alluring. Unpredictably captivating. As I reached my dorm, I realized I'd forgotten my phon
to bed, my mind refused to quiet. Thoughts of Ethan swirled. What had I gotten mysel
myself into? Was I ready for this? Memories of our encounter replayed like a film. Ethan's p
ing more? The questions swirled. Sleep eluded me. As the night wore on, I tossed and
?" I replied. "Intuition." I smiled.
rept into my room, I realized. Ethan and I had been texting for hours. Our connection deepened. With each p
York City. I knew I had
texts kept me going. "Morning, beautiful." "Missing you." "Can't wait to see you." My heart skipped beats. Each time his name flashed on my screen. Af
aid. My puls
. Closed the distance between us. His lips
. Lost in the moment.
skipped another beat. "I'd love to," I replied. Ethan grinned. "Pick you up at 7." And wi