Since my ex, I desired no one – until I saw her: my new neighbor.
Lydia is not my type. She’s a loving, caring single mother. I can tell that I’m not exactly her type, either. I’m a young, broken boxer. But I know that we need each other. I need to pleasure her, kiss her, own her, and most importantly, protect her.
As for her, I think she just needs to be reminded of just how beautiful she still is….