Things I Shouldn't Have Done

prologue.

His love was forbiden
but he risked his life for her
because without her
he had no life.

"This is not right," I whispered as he kissed me passionately on the hood of his car. They stayed on the beach and if we are loud enough, they will hear us.

Then I'm dead.

"Love is not right sweetheat? What are you talking about?"

His lips became even more passionate on mine. It's hard to resist when I'm the victim of his touches and kisses. I can't resist.

I want to, but I can't.

Hell. He is hypnosis. He is my poison. The poison that will kill me. A poison sweeter than honey.

My mind was spinning about what happened on the beach. I could still feel his lips, like traces of fire on my skin. But that wasn't right. He is not mine. He will never be mine.

When we got back to the car, the silence became unbearable. His hand remained on the gearshift, but his presence was all around me. His smell, his touch, his voice.

All this made me want more, even though I knew I shouldn't.

"We have to stop this," I said quietly, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

"You know you can't say that after what happened. You know I can't stop."

"But we have to," I insisted, even though I didn't believe those words myself.

"It's not fair to her."

"It is not fair to anyone. But the heart does not choose."

I fell silent, knowing he was right.

The heart does not choose.

But the mind shoul.