Falling For The Forbidden

CHAPTER 15

Olivia's POV

Olivia woke before the sun, the weight of Ryan's arm draped over her waist anchoring her to the present, but her mind was still tangled in the events of last night. She lay still, watching the pale light of dawn creep through the curtains, her body cocooned in the warmth of his.

She closed her eyes, and the memories came rushing back—the way he had kissed her, the feel of his hands roaming her body, and the heat that had built between them, scorching away any last shred of resistance she had. She could still feel his lips on her skin, the way they had moved together like their bodies had been waiting for this moment all along.

*God, what have I done? *

Olivia swallowed hard, guilt bubbling up in her chest despite the undeniable satisfaction thrumming through her. The way Ryan had touched her, claimed her—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It hadn't been gentle; it hadn't been slow. It had been raw, desperate like they both knew they were crossing a line they couldn't return from and were too far gone to care.

She shifted slightly in the bed, careful not to wake him. The soreness between her thighs was a reminder of how wild it had been, how they had both given in completely to the hunger that had been building for months. It hadn't been a careful exploration—it had been a collision, a crash of need and desire that neither of them could control.

*I couldn't stop. *

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the sheet as the memories surged forward—the way Ryan's breath had hitched when she first touched him, the way his voice had turned low and rough, the way he had whispered her name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. And the way he had looked at her, as though she was the only thing that mattered at that moment, his dark eyes heavy with a need that mirrored her own.

They hadn't talked much after. Words hadn't been necessary. They had just moved together, instinct guiding them as they explored each other's bodies, the barriers between them dissolving. She had lost herself in him, in the feel of his skin against hers, in the heat of their shared breath, and in the way, their bodies fit together, as if it had always been meant to be.

But now, in the quiet light of the early morning, with Ryan still sound asleep beside her, the weight of reality pressed down on her chest. She slipped out of bed, the cool air of the room hitting her bare skin, pulling her from the haze of last night. She quickly grabbed her robe, wrapping it around herself as she padded softly out of the room, her heart pounding.

The kitchen was quiet, the house still and peaceful, but Olivia's mind was anything but. She poured herself a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she took a sip. Her thoughts raced, the adrenaline from the night before still lingering, but it was now mixed with something darker—something heavier.

She wrapped her robe tighter around her, her thoughts swirling. What happens when my mother finds out? What if David notices the way Ryan looks at me and starts to suspect something?

Her pulse quickened as she imagined the fallout—her mother's sharp disappointment, David's quiet fury. And then there was her job. Could she focus on work knowing she was living a double life? How long could they keep this a secret?

*What happens now? *, The enormity of what they had done sank in. This wasn't just a momentary lapse—it was a choice, one that could unravel everything if they weren't careful.

She had known, deep down, that this moment was coming. The tension between her and Ryan had been building for months, slowly unraveling every barrier they had tried to put in place. But now that it had happened—now that she had crossed that line with him—she wasn't sure where to go from here.