Entrust

Rule number one, I expect honest answers. He’s out of my league. Hazel eyes, staggering smile, sculpted, confident posture. Guys like him make my palms sweaty and my brain go numb. So, why is it when he sits near me I suddenly find this calm confidence? It goes against everything I’ve ever known and threatens to leave me defenseless. Our one-night encounter was supposed to be just that, but I can’t shake him… and with every chance meeting, I’m beginning to wonder how much I want to.