Playing His Games

Fantasies. We all have them.
The night I go home with him, he’s mine.
Dark. Dominant. His hot Brit accent makes me wet.
He has secrets. A past. A son.
But that night, I only know I want him.

I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.
I don’t get drunk.
Don’t go home with handsome strangers.
I’d never creep out next morning,
Without exchanging names.
Until I do.

Until he finds me again,
And melts my inhibitions.
Until I’m dancing to his dark tune,
And bending my rules.

I shouldn’t—I won’t—fall for him.
But I can’t stop playing his games.

Temptation is an understatement. Addiction is the truth.