“Oh, he’s just…”

Off limits? Wrong? My professor? A famous writer? Twice my age?

I don’t answer and Ally just roles her yes. “Fine, have your secrets, weirdo. Hey, at least you finally got laid.”

And I can’t wait to do it again.

It’s a wicked thought, but I know right then that I want more. I need more, no matter the consequences.

“I mean even if it was just a hook-up thing, good for you, girl.” Ally grins. “You finally joined the club and punched that card.”

Except I know tis not going to be a one time thing. And I know how cliche it is to even think...