by S.L. Ziegler
I shouldn't touch her.
It's forbidden, wrong,
Naomi Minter is my best friend's daughter.
I'm supposed to be looking out for her,
Keeping her safe,
While getting ready to take the music industry by storm.
It seemed like a perfect plan,
An easy task--anything I could do for a friend.
Until I saw her,
And began to want her in ways that I can't ignore.