He knew that just because he'd been her first didn't mean he'd be her only. She was young, innocent, a newcomer to all of it. But her star was rising, and it was almost certain she'd move on in life and find someone closer to her age. And anyway, he had absolutely no business being this involved with a teenage model he'd been hired to photograph. It had been a very successful shoot. They had formed a professional connection, and against all odds, a mutual attraction. So he'd gotten photos for a perfect magazine profile, a gateway to several more professional offers, and the chance to live out every awkward young school boy's chance to make love to Super Sonico.

He stares at the personal phone number she'd given him. He absolutely should not be doing this. He should move on and forget this ever happened. It would ultimately better for both of them. But he remembers her blushing smile, the eagerness of her kisses, the moment she willingly bared her large breasts to him, the way she called out his name as they made love...it's an addiction he can't let go of.

Still thinking about that night, he texts Come see me when you can get away?