*story contains some mature and explicit content* UNCOMPLETED "nothing wrong with a good girl having a naughty side" Why can't I get him out of my head? That's all I want to do, I want to move on my life and forget about everything but he's all I can think about, his golden hazel eyes staring into me as if he knows everything about me, but I don't know anything about him. His mysterious smirk that you are scared of what he's going to do next. His hands that rub against my face, his soft lips that press against mine. All I can think about him, but why? there will be a bit of smut so if you don't like that just skip :)