Chance
I knew I still had it in me. I knew I could have Paris thinking about nothing but me. I almost kissed her, I won't lie. Seeing her biting down on that beautiful lip, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, I knew then that she was mine.
Taking things slow is the way to this girl's heart. I won't do anything to make her think I only want one thing from her. I don't. Although that will be nice when it happens. I want so much more from Paris.
Me, Chance Archer, wanting more from a woman?
When did that happen?
I've never wanted more from any woman I've dated. I treat women with respect. I show them a good time, but that's as far as it's ever gone for me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not insane or anything, but I'm probably a little more f****d-up than most men my age. I carry a lot of bagg
