Forbidden Love (On Hold)
- LECTURAS 322
- Votos 10
- Partes 2
Prologue:
It was wrong we knew it, but it felt so right. The oblivion that surrounded us was beautiful. I loved him in such a short time. The compassion we shared was beyond belief. Of course we didn't get along at first what step-siblings do.
He was my stepbrother and me his stepsister. Its wrong but were not blood bound , it shouldn't matter should it ?
He caressed my face so gently and kissed me so pleasantly. He was what I needed, the bandage to my wounds. He was my addiction that I was happy to have. The angel kisses he left on my collarbones made me feel a slight chill. Those lips, so soft, perfect; and to think he is mine it makes me proud.
Mines forever, our love was never planned but it happened. But we couldn't let the world know.
Because we had forbidden love.
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