Forbidden Fruit

"Look, I'm sorry, but-" I began, only to be cut off once again.

"No, save it, Cammie. I don't want to hear it." He ripped the napkin from his lap and tossed it onto his half-eaten plate. "I'm going for a walk. I need to clear my head."

The slam of the door reverberated through the house, and I sat there, finishing the sentence I hadn't been able to say.

"But I can't stay away from her," I whispered into the empty room, the words hanging in the air long after he was gone.

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They were complete polar opposites - he offered safety, while she was a storm of danger.

She was a temptation that consumed me, an insatiable thirst that left me breathless, an adrenaline rush I could never fully satisfy.

Every reckless thrill she offered was a siren's call I couldn't ignore. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her, helpless against the pull.

I had always chosen safety, but how could I resist the irresistible? She was the forbidden fruit, and I was starving for a taste.