Something Like Lust

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Do it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Don't do it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Never in my life did I think I'd wager in my head whether to sleep with Chicago Grizzlies wide receiver Damon Siska.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's the perfect package-hot body killer smile and flirts like he earned a doctorate in it. But anyone who reads gossip blogs knows he is looking for one amazing night and nothing more.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm not the usual type of woman he beds. I'm a middle school teacher who cherishes her quiet nights in drinking wine and watching romantic comedies dreaming I'm the heroine. I'm not embarrassed to admit-I want the fairy tale.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But Damon caught me at a weak moment. Fresh off a break-up and feeling lousy about myself I gave into temptation and left the next morning like every other woman he'd slept with.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Except I walked away with more than just the memories when three weeks later the little white stick glowed with two pink lines.</span></p>