Two wrongs

Mason.

I'd never wanted a woman so much. I knew I was whipped but there was nothing I could do about it. April Hartfield was one hell of a woman. She looked meek and unassuming on the surface, but deep down lay a sensual goddess waiting to be released.

I never imagined she would kiss me. I'd wanted to kiss those luscious lips from the day I saw her singing in my yard. Every minute with her tortured me, because I could only stare at what my entire soul yearned for.

I had thought about kissing her countless times, but couldn't figure out if she was ready. Now she had taken the lead and shown me she was ready for that more.

I was going to give it to her. I spent the first half of the night thinking of ways to get to that moment we both desperately wanted. The image of her mortified cute face after kissing me was stuck to my head, and it kept making me smile. I replayed the sweet moments over and over until sleep decide to have mercy on me.

After my morning jog, I grabbed the paper from t