Crossing the Line

I fell in love with him when I was fourteen. A charming and attractive guy with eyes the color of stormy skies. But back then I was just a child he saw in me.

Now I’m twenty-two, and he’s still the same as he was many years ago. And, unfortunately, he treats me the same way. For him, I’m still a little naive girl and a thoughtless child.

Contains explicit profanity.