This is wrong.
We should not be doing this, I think to myself. But I can't stop. We can't stop. His green, piercing eyes lock onto mine meet mine as we breathe heavily together in the secluded corner of the local library.
"We should stop," I whisper, not wanting anyone but him to hear me.
His eyes flick between mine, filled with the same conflict that churns inside of me. He's out of breath, and so am I.
With my hand placed on his chest and his hands firmly on my waist, I quickly close the gap between us once more. Something overcame me tonight, I don't know what, but this is all so wrong. Maybe that's why I get such a kick out of doing this. It's a thrill. My head spins as I think about all of the reasons why this is wrong; illicit.
I hate him so much. He hates me. We all hate each other. That's just the way it is and should alway be. We don't interact with each other unless it's an argument or fight. If any of our friends were to find out that we are hooking up we'd be ruined forever. If my parents were to find out I would most likely be disowned.
"Fuck it," his voice rough as he starts kissing my jaw. "I don't care."
"Me neither." I admit. "We can't let anyone find out," I murmur, my voice betraying my desperation.
"We won't," he reassures, his words punctuated by another kiss.
Bound together by a mix of hatred and desire that neither of us can resist.
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Illicit (H.S)
RomanceIt's wrong, it's forbidden; it's illicit. Lucy Greene and Harry Styles; rivals, nemesis, lovers? In a wealthy small town, rival socialites Lucy and Harry find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other despite their groups being nemesis. As their a...
