Look, but don't touch...she might as well wear a neon sign that says it. It just makes me want her more.
She might be above me in every way, but I still want her under me.
I've got no business touching her rich-girl skin, but that won't stop me from stealing a taste. Because rules were meant to be broken-especially when the prize is so fine.
In a world where nothing is as it seems, what's buried beneath these lies?
