Bethany
We met eight years ago.
Now we're spending the last of summer together.
He aggravates me like crazy and turns me on like mad.
What's brewing between us is undeniable
Electric grazes, heart-pounding glances, silent pleas for more
We allow ourselves to indulge in each other
Under the condition that we end with summer
And the steam and sin burning between us
Stays our secret.
But can we say goodbye to something...