K Webster

She had a wild, wandering soul

but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.”

—Ariana Dancu

They may not be heroes to anyone else, but they’re my heroes.

I’m still glaring at him when warmth washes over me. I cut my eyes over to Willa just in time to see her wide dark green eyes fixated on me.
She immediately glances down at her paper and her skin colors to a soft pink. My unruly dick twitches. Is she embarrassed? Was she checking me out?
I try to ignore that line of thinking, but it won’t go away. A million thoughts tangle together in my mind.
How old is she?
Does she find me attractive?
Was she thinking about me inside her?
I’m out of control. A selfish fuckwit like my dad. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to be everything he’s
not. The exact opposite. Yet, here I am lusting over a girl half my age and who’s still in high school.