"Are you always such a dork?" I ask, as I continue to examine his room.

"What makes you think I'm a dork?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know, you just are," I say.

He chuckles and the sound brings a smile to my face.

Snap out of it, Rossita.
He's not your type!

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In Rossita Jenkins's world, there was only one boy who seemed to fit the role of her bad boy type and somewhere along the line, she gets lucky and starts dating him.

She meets Prinse Gomes, a boy who to the naked eye seems to not be her type, but somehow ever since he arrived, her world has been a rollercoaster.

And just when she thought she knew what she wanted in life, her heart seems to be fighting a battle between which boy she should be with.

My Type of a Bad Boy

He was on top of me. His eyes locked on mine as he ran his fingers up and down my thighs. It was like a light-headed feeling, one where your mind no longer can think properly and you've officially lost control. He leans down and tastes my lips, working his way down, then tasting my neck. 


My toes get a hold of the bed sheets as they hold on for dear life. This was a feeling like no other -- the torture that comes with being pleasured bit by bit. 


Sixty: MTOABB