Playing His Games

Playing His Games

<b>Fantasies. We all have them.<br />The night I go home with him, he’s mine.<br />Dark. Dominant. His hot Brit accent makes me wet. <br />He has secrets. A past. A son.<br />But that night, I only know I want him.</b><br /> <br />I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.<br />I don’t get drunk.<br />Don’t go home with handsome strangers.<br />I’d never creep out next morning,<br />Without exchanging names.<br />Until I do.<br /><br />Until he finds me again,<br />And melts my inhibitions.<br />Until I’m dancing to his dark tune, <br />And bending my rules. <br /><br />I shouldn’t—I won’t—fall for him.<br />But I can’t stop playing his games.<br /><br /><i>Temptation is an understatement. Addiction is the truth.</i><br />