I was hooked.

One night. That’s all it took for me to be hooked on you. We spoke so fluidly, the words just seemed to roll off our tongues so gently into each other’s, formulating our sentences and building our conversations. I was blinded by your name, your age, and your voice. You serenaded me the moment we met, knowing you’d find a way to reach my lips and make me feel special. The sexual chemistry between us rippled in my veins; our lips seemed shaped for each other’s. At least, I thought so. It was a game. A stupid game that you knew you’d play to the finish line. I was searching for love, and all you wanted was a good fuck. Too bad I didn’t let you move past my lips. But, you swept me off my feet and made me feel wanted. How could someone with such horrible intentions do that? I’m terrified of falling for another you.