Close Up

I didn't do second dates.Not ever. Like never, ever.No judgment, no censure or self-loathing. I took what men were willing to give for one night and moved on.Except for Damon Wood. He was beyond hot and I definitely liked him. But I hadn't had him. Because I knew if I did once would not be enough.Damon was a photographer by trade and since I was a former model, our paths had crossed plenty. He was professional, sexy as sin, and could have me in stitches at the exact wrong, or depending on t...