The Forbidden Fruit
I’m not one to brag, but I looked fantastic that day. I walked with the swagger of a grown woman(nearly 23), placing my legs just right to accentuate my eye candy for any intimidated man who dared look at me. I was powerful like a cobra, and my prey was about to be squeezed to death- figuratively speaking. I just knew when he saw me his lungs would cave in. By he, of course, I meant Jesse. This all started out as a joke between my two best friends and I. Jenny was the hostess, inviting over me...