I'm His Number One Slut
“Wait,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “I want to try something with you.”
I was in the front row of Jake’s concert, my heart pounding with excitement. I had been a fan of his band for years, and I couldn’t believe that I was finally seeing them live.
As the music started, I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm, swaying to the beat and feeling the energy of the crowd around me.
But as much as I loved the music, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jake. His voice, his guitar, his body…everything about him was mesmerizing.
I had always had a bit of a crush on him, but seeing him in person was a whole different level of attraction.
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