I want him bad. Even though I shouldn’t.
But I’ve obsessed all summer, watched those tattooed muscles flex and sweat as he tends the grounds where I work, lusting from afar.
Soon he’ll be gone.
Or I will; my internship ends next week.
So I better make my move—or live with regret. And I’d much rather live with the memory of his hands all over me.
6000 words • Sex with Strangers • Upbeat ending.
No Guts, No 'Gasms was originally published under the Larissa Lyons name.
