“I told you to call me Miguel, Nina." His firm reply flipped the switch on the situation and instantly made me want to behave.

“I can see that you get excited, but I can promise you I'm not what you want. The things I would do… well, they would be too much for you."

Oh gees. “Y-you have no idea what I can handle. You don't know me like that."

My stuttered response showed clearly how uneasy I was with this situation, and yet I wanted it.

“Be a good girl, Nina. You need to go upstairs and go to bed," he whispered as he inhaled deeply and pushed himself...