This One Time, I Fell In Love With an Illegal Immigrant. Yes, That Actually Happened.

By the end of the night, it was as if I had just had the best sex of my life, without so much as having shared a kiss.

I knew nothing about him, except that I needed more.

And more I got.

Candlelit dinners, walks through parks, sensual kisses on street corners, and giggly phone calls lasting well into the night came, and came some more.

I was falling for him, and hard.

And I kept falling for him, even after I found out the truth.

Seven whole months later.

Click here to keep on reading my entry on love for the Pas de Deux series hosted by the one and only Elisa Doucette.

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