ISABELLA
I read Mr. L’s message over and over, each time feeling a surge of excitement greater than the last. My heart raced as I scrolled back to the picture I had sent him. Even I had to admit—it was the hottest picture I’d ever taken.
When I picked up the red lipstick after slipping out of my nightgown, I hadn’t planned to take a picture perched on the sink. But as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying the rich color to my lips, a thought crossed my mind—to be a little more adventurous. That’s when the idea to write on the mirror hit me suddenly, and I couldn’t resist.
I knew he’d like it, and it seemed I was right. I drove him crazy. I knew it! And I loved it. He drove me crazy too, awakening parts of me I didn’t even know existed.
I couldn’t wait for our second lesson
