FORBIDDEN

The first time his lips touched my ear in his car parked in a dark alley, whispering something filthy only I could hear-I knew I'd already stepped off the edge.
Now it's a secret we feed in stolen moments. Hallways, darkened rooms, text messages that set my skin on fire. His mouth against mine, his fingers under my skirt while my cousin calls for us from the next room. I'm drunk on the danger, addicted to the way he says my name when no one else is listening.

I know this can't end well. I know it's a betrayal that could shatter everything. But when his hands are on me, when his voice turns rough and hungry, all I can think is that I'd risk it all just to feel him again.