Obsessed

I’d never imagined that someone just looking at me could set me on fire. Why couldn’t Patrick look at me that way? But this was his father, and the feelings surging through my body were wrong on so many levels that I didn’t even know where to start listing them. This couldn’t be happening. What the hell had I done? I’d kissed my boyfriend’s father. He’d kissed me. And sweet God, how I wanted him to do it again.