Love’s a crazy ride, right? It’s that feeling in your gut when butterflies go wild, your heart races like you’re running a marathon, and your hands get all sweaty when that certain someone walks in. And man, trying to explain how much they mean to you? That’s a whole different game. That’s exactly where Jason’s at—caught in the whirlwind, trying to make sense of it all.
But love? It doesn’t care about rules. Age, gender, race—none of that matters. Sometimes it’s wild enough to pull you into things you never expected, crossing lines that society’s too scared to touch. Some love’s like tasting the sweetest forbidden fruit—too pure, too intense for most to handle. And if you really want it, you’ve gotta be willing to break every rule, step past every “no,” and dive headfirst into the unknown.
Jason, though? He’s stuck on something else entirely. Sitting in the classroom alone during recess, eyes glued to the newspaper headline, he couldn’t shake the weirdness of it all. At nineteen, he’d already seen his fair share of odd things at college, but nothing quite like this. The headline hit him like a ton of bricks, and he kept reading it over and over, trying to let it sink in.
Jason wasn’t just about feelings—he had his own little quirks. Lately, he couldn’t stop thinking about legs—yeah, those long, toned legs that made his heart skip a beat. And feet? Don’t even get him started. Something about the way her feet moved, how her toes curled in just the right way—it drove him wild. Maybe it was the elegance of it all, or maybe just how raw and real the attraction was. Every time she crossed her legs, his mind wandered off into places it probably shouldn’t go, but he couldn’t help it. Love, lust, whatever you want to call it—it had him hooked, head over heels.
