– Meg Meyers When Tyke’s hand meets mine, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s just as hungry for this as I am. I know I’m breaking every single rule I set for myself, but there’s something about him that I just can’t resist. The thing is, even though I don’t know him extremely well, this doesn’t feel like it’s just about sex. We actually have a connection. Most men I’ve had random moments of passion with I didn’t even know their names, let alone have them open up to me the way Tyke has. I know he still has an addiction issue, but hell, I can’t fault him for that. Look at me right now, falling back into my old ways, seeking comfort in physical intimacy, even though I’m risking everything for it. I pull him further into the trees until the sun is no longer shining down on us, just merely squeaking through the autumn leaves. “How much farther do we need to go?” he questions. “Far enough that we won’t be caught,” I answer. “No one can ever know about this.”
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