Julia

What I didn't expect to do was wake up snuggling with Jagger.

He didn't seem too upset about it--on the contrary, he seemed to be delighted in holding me.

We'd bonded over some serious stuff the last few days and I was taken with him.

Not him...not the jock, but the person underneath the tough exterior.

I knew he was tough, but he didn't know how tough I was.

Maybe I wanted this...maybe this was just a weird fling that was alright to have because we were both consenting adults.

What was the worse thing that could happen?