Something Like Lust

Do it.
Don't do it.

Never in my life did I think I'd wager in my head whether to sleep with Chicago Grizzlies wide receiver, Damon Siska.

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.

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.

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.

Except I walked away with more than just the memories when three weeks later the little white stick glowed with two pink lines.