Six

I met Ben about nine months ago. I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him, but then again, I don’t think that makes me special in any way.

It’s hard to imagine not being attracted to the guy. Gorgeous, tall, with all that black leather he wears. He’s the type of guy everyone wants even when they know they should stay away.

It didn’t help my case that the first time I saw him, he was riding his motorcycle. It was like the stars aligned on that single night to ensure I met a guy who embodied everything I was trying to stay away from.

One I would have a lot of trouble staying away from.

It’s funny that after spending the past eight months trying to prove that I’ve grown past my tendency to make horrible relationship decisions, it has taken less than five hours to break my streak.

At least back then, I was able to keep my hands to myself for an entire month.

But now? After he told me all that stuff about wishing I had given him a chance to prove himself? There was no way I was