She knew she should stay away.
Everything about him warned her—his silence, his eyes, the way he looked at her like he already knew her secrets. And yet, every time he was near, walking away felt impossible.
“You’re trouble,” she said quietly, trying to sound stronger than she felt.
He stepped closer, unfazed. “And yet… you’re still here.”
Her heart skipped. That was the problem. No matter how many times she told herself to leave, she stayed. Something about him pulled her in like a storm she couldn’t escape.
“I don’t trust this,” she admitted.
“Then trust how you feel,” he replied softly.
That made it worse.
Because what she felt was real—too real.
His hand slowly reached for hers, giving her enough time to pull away… but she didn’t. The moment his fingers touched her skin, a spark ran through her, sharp and undeniable.
“See?” he whispered. “Dangerous.”
She let out a shaky breath. “You have no idea.”
He moved even closer now, close enough that she could feel his breath, his warmth, his presence surrounding her completely. It was overwhelming—but she didn’t want it to stop.
“Tell me to walk away,” he said, his voice low.
She looked into his eyes… and stayed silent.
That was all he needed.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that wasn’t gentle—it was intense, full of tension, like something that had been waiting too long to happen. Her thoughts disappeared, replaced by feeling, by fire, by something she knew she couldn’t control.
When they finally pulled apart, her breath was unsteady.
“Your love feels so dangerous,” she whispered.
He smiled slightly. “Only if you’re afraid to fall.”
And maybe she was.
But she was already falling anyway.