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As she stood at the door, she appeared no older than sixteen. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her waist in luscious waves, her baby blue eyes shimmering under the porch light. She wore a tight t-shirt that hugged her curves and a pair of short shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs.

“Hi, I’m Bethany,” she greeted, a smile playing on her lips. “I’ve come to babysit.”

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off her. She was too gorgeous, too tempting. But I couldn’t let my desire show. She was a teenager, and I, an adult.

“Right, come on in,” I said, turning and leading her into the house.

Once inside, I showed her around, introducing her to my two-year-old daughter, who clung to my leg like a koala.

“She’s shy at first,” I explained as Bethany knelt down to say hello. “But she’ll warm up to you.”

Bethany smiled, and I felt my knees weaken. She was too good to be true. Too beautiful, too sweet. And I knew I was in trouble.

“Okay, I’m just going to get ready,” I said, retreating to my bedroom to put on some makeup and change my clothes.

As I stood in front of the mirror, my thoughts turned to Bethany. What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about a girl half my age. But I couldn’t help it.

I imagined what it would be like to touch her, to taste her. She was so innocent, so pure. And I was so corrupt.

But I couldn’t dwell on these thoughts now. I had to get ready and go.

When I returned to the living room, Bethany was playing with my daughter on the floor. They were both giggling, delighted, and my heart swelled with joy.

“Okay, I’m going now,” I said, jangling my car keys.

Bethany nodded, looking up at me with those sparkling blue eyes. “No problem. Have fun.”

As I headed out the door, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was leaving something behind. Something crucial, something special.

But I pushed it to the back of my mind. There was no room for such thoughts now.

***

The restaurant was buzzing with activity, the clinking of glasses and the murmur of voices filling the air. I sat at the bar, sipping a martini and watching the people around me.

But my mind wasn’t on the scene before me. It was on Bethany.

What was she doing right now? Was she reading to my daughter? Tucking her in bed? And why was I so obsessed with her?

I knew it was wrong to have these feelings. But I couldn’t help it. She was too attractive, too alluring. I needed her.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my purse. It was Bethany.

“Hey, everything okay?” I answered, hiding my excitement.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. But I think your daughter is having a bit of trouble falling asleep.”

I frowned. This was unusual. My daughter was usually an angel when it came to bedtime.

“Okay, is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, downing the rest of my drink.

“No, it’s fine. I think I just need to stay in her room until she falls asleep.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to cut my night short, but something in me yearned to go back home to Bethany.

“Alright. I’ll be there soon,” I said, feeling a sense of relief.

***

As I pulled up to my house, I saw the soft, glowing light of my daughter’s room. Bethany was still in there.

I tiptoed up to the door and peeked inside. There she was, lying on the floor next to my daughter’s bed, her eyes closed in serene relaxation.

I couldn’t withstand. I needed to be closer to her.

I tiptoed into the room, careful not to make a sound. I crept up next to Bethany, watching over her sleeping form.

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, and I froze.

“Did I wake you?” I whispered, my heart pounding.

“No, no. It’s fine. I just dozed off,” she murmured, sitting up.

I couldn’t help it. The temptation was too great. I leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, then with more intensity.

She responded, her hands reaching up to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I should stop. But I couldn’t.

We kissed passionately, her body pressed up against mine, her hands roaming over my back.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the floor, breaking the trance.

She pulled away, her eyes heavy-lidded. “I should take that,” she said, reaching for her phone.

I nodded, barely able to breathe. What was happening to me? Why was I doing this?

She answered the phone, murmuring some excuse to whoever was on the other end.

Then she hung up, turning back to me with a frown. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

I swallowed, my body aching with desire. “Okay.”

She leaned in and kissed me again, her hand trailing down my stomach.

Then she got up, grabbed her purse, and disappeared into the darkness.

I was left standing there, my heart racing, my body pulsing.

What had I done? What had I become? And where would this lead?
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