Madison Faye amerikai

The schoolgirl crush was much more adult these days.

I had officially died and gone to heaven, I was fairly sure.

I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what „wanting” something like that meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase. He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, that strong jaw and totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.

Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and my best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.

But I couldn't help what I felt.

I bit my lip, feeling the sexy heat of the thought tremble inside of me; holy cow, what if I really was pregnant now? I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel my belly get bigger, knowing secretly that it was the forbidden man next door’s!