One Step at a Time, Part 1 (One Step at a Time #1)

Warning: This story contains content which is intended for readers over the age of 18.

I was in my second semester of college when I met him. He was in my biology class. It was the class I had been dreading since the day I walked into my dorm on campus. I found myself sitting at the large biology table much faster than I thought I would.

Each time a guy walked into the room, I assessed his lap partner potential. Would he be able to handle all the cutting and touching while I wrote the papers? Did he seem wimpy or strong? Did he look like he was going to chicken out? A few of them seemed to have potential. I needed to find someone who was willing to go the distance, so I could just melt into the background and go unnoticed by the professor.

Then he walked in. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was the one. Just looking at him jumbled my thoughts. He was tall, dark, and muscular. I was sure he could handle the job of dissecting a frog and whatever else they threw our way. Every girl in the room ogled him when he walked through that door. Be confident, I thought to myself. I pulled my shoulders back and sat up with confidence until the moment out eyes connected.

I was still stuck in my thoughts when I saw him walking in my direction. Just walk by, I thought, not sure if I could handle being next to Mr. Sexy all semester. There was no way I needed any distractions. I had to keep my mind on my grades. He stopped when he got to the table I was occupying and I froze.

“Is this seat available?” he asked.

That was the beginning of it all.