Stick Magic

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He was my high school crush-the guy who had no clue I existed. Sure we shared a fleeting moment in the country club closet but he thought I was someone else. After that night I went to college moved to Boston to find myself and pushed him out of my thoughts.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It worked-until he saw me performing at a local community theater. My character is bold daring and vivacious-everything I'm not-which makes him believe again that I'm someone else.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He likes what he sees and while a hot fling with an NHL star isn't on my bingo card sometimes the numbers line up vertically or horizontally-or in my case both.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's only when I find myself in his arms-and his bed-that I begin to discover who I really am and what I want. The problem? He has no idea I'm the nerdy girl from high school he never noticed.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But one thing I do know after spending time with him and learning his fears and hopes is that he's everything I've ever wanted-and I'm everything that can destroy him.</span></p>