Taming the Bad Boy

Tonight’s my last night dancing at the club.  


But then I see her in the crowd and I can’t take my eyes off her. 


She’s got ‘First Lady hair.’ 


I want to drag my fingers through that perfect hair. I want to mess it up.


She’s wearing ‘Sunday church’ shoes.


I want to strip off her top, her skirt, and her cute little headband. 



I’ll save the shoes for last.


I promised myself I wouldn’t come back to the club after tonight. But everything’s changed in a hot minute. Promises are meant to be broken and good girls are meant to be corrupted.