In the quiet moments, when doubt crept in like a thief in the night, she questioned herself. Was it wrong to feel this way, to crave his presence, to yearn for his touch? Loving him felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the precipice of the forbidden, but the pull of his presence was irresistible, undeniable. And so, she closed her eyes, let herself fall, and embraced the wrongness of it all with a fierce, unapologetic love.All Rights Reserved