She knew it was a mistake the moment she saw him again.
And yet… she didn’t turn away.
The music played softly in the background, but it was nothing compared to the noise inside her chest. Her heartbeat was wild, uneven—completely out of control.
“You came,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.
“I shouldn’t have,” she replied, but her eyes stayed locked on his.
That was the problem.
It was always the eyes first… and then the lips.
He stepped closer, slowly, giving her enough time to stop him.
But she didn’t.
“Still thinking too much?” he murmured.
“Someone has to,” she whispered back, though her voice lacked strength.
A faint smile touched his lips—the same lips she couldn’t forget.
The same ones she shouldn’t want again.
But she did.
His hand gently brushed her arm, sending a warm shiver through her. The distance between them faded until she could feel his breath, soft and dangerously close.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
She looked at him… really looked.
And then her gaze dropped.
To his lips.
That was all it took.
“I can’t,” she admitted, barely breathing.
The tension snapped.
He leaned in slowly, giving her one last second to pull away. But instead, she moved closer, closing the space herself.
When their lips finally met, it wasn’t rushed—it was deep, lingering, and full of everything they had been holding back.
A kiss that felt like fire.
A kiss that made her forget every rule.
Her fingers curled slightly, holding onto him as if she might fall otherwise. Time blurred, the world fading until there was nothing left but that moment.
And that feeling.
When they finally pulled apart, her breath was uneven, her thoughts gone.
He smiled softly, almost knowing.
And she realized the truth she had been avoiding—
She wasn’t just tempted.
She was completely addicted.
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