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Hopeless romantic

We stole looks in the elevator and we’d leave it there. He really was Hope’s boyfriend and as attracted as I was to him, and him to me, I would never cross that line. 2 years later I met him (sans Hope). We went back to his place. We fucked. I tried to sneak out. He caught me. Lol I never saw him again. I guess my curiosity was sated. There was something so powerful about sex on my own terms.