"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Some love stories don't end when you stop loving each other. That's where they begin. There's always that lingering in the air when you think you've lost everything. What if things had been different? What if you'd stayed? What if you'd gotten the chance to tell them the truth? But what happens when you're finally given the chance to turn all those what-ifs into reality? Because sometimes, a second chance doesn't come when you're ready for it. Sometimes, it comes in the form of the person you never stopped loving.