The room was quiet, but the tension between them was loud enough to feel.
Sara stood near the door, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her dress. “We shouldn’t do this,” she said softly, though she hadn’t left.
He stepped closer, his gaze locked onto hers. “Then why haven’t you walked away?”
She didn’t answer.
The distance between them disappeared in seconds. His presence was overwhelming—warm, confident, impossible to ignore. Her breath hitched as his hand gently found her waist, pulling her just close enough to feel his heartbeat.
“This is wrong,” she whispered again… but her voice lacked conviction.
“Maybe,” he said, his tone low, “but it feels right.”
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment—just long enough to lose control.
When she opened them, he was already there.
His lips met hers in a deep, lingering kiss—no hesitation this time. It wasn’t soft or unsure. It was bold, hungry, filled with everything they had tried to hide. She responded instantly, her hands gripping his shoulders as if grounding herself in the moment.
The world outside faded.
Every second stretched as the kiss deepened, turning into something intoxicating. Her heart raced wildly, and she knew there was no turning back now. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was a choice.
A dangerous one.
When they finally pulled away, their breaths were uneven, their foreheads touching.
“We crossed the line,” she murmured.
He smiled slightly, still close enough to feel her warmth.
“No… we chose to.”
And somehow, that made it even harder to regret.
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