His hair was dark, long, and straight. His eyes were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean, very similar to my own. The band's bassist looked like a walking orgasm. His hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, covering most of his back. His eyes were on me, captivating me...devouring me.Donovan Milano could have any girl he wants, but he singles me out from his spot on the stage. The talented bassist heats my body in ways that I've never known...