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The week she was gone, I missed seeing her. I would doodle on my paper, like any high schooler with Hearts and inside writing Mrs.Hansen, everywhere. Thank god for shredders.

Then today when she approached me in the break room, the way her breath hit my neck, I knew then that she wanted me too.

Although, I wasn't expecting her to invite me to her place, or share my story about my drunken step-dad, but here I am. This place is lovely, but you can tell she lives a lonely life. All this success and yet, so alone. I guess money can't really buy you friends or happiness.

She does the fake yawn before putting her arm on my shoulder. The last time someone did that was my first date in middle school. I can't help but look at her.

Who does she think she is, Rico Suave?

She takes my hand and the feeling from the other day shoots down my spine again. I would only be lying to myself if I didn't say I wanted him either

She ends up kissing me. And tells me she wants me

Me?

I work up all my courage and launch myself at her. We're making out. Her lips taste better than I could ever imagine. I can feel her getting hard under me, and I can't help but roll my hips.

It's not till her hand finds his way under my shirt that I freeze. My brain goes into overdrive. What if this is the only thing she wants from me. Sex.

What if she's a love them leave them type of person?

She reassured me that it's not what this is and she really wants me

"I can't tell you how long I think it would last. But, I really want to try. Even if all I can do is kiss you..." She takes my hand and squeezes it.

"You mean that? But what about work, and other people. I mean if anyone finds out you're with a 16 year old. I can't imagine what that could do to you and your company."

Oh, god. What would everyone say about us? Would she get in trouble?

"It could be our secret."

"Our dirty little secret?" I grin.

Because that's hot.

"Nobody needs to know. It's nobody else's business." She tells me. And she has a point there.

She pushes her hand through my hair again, and I relish in her touch.

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