Not Yours to Love (gxg)
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*"She was older. Dangerous. Everything my parents swore would destroy me.
But I couldn't stop wanting her.
What started as stolen glances turned into secret touches,
and before I knew it, I was addicted to the taste of her.
Loving her meant lies, betrayal, and nights I can't admit out loud.
She told me I was too young. She told me I was not hers to love.
But when her hands were on me, neither of us believed it.
This is not a fairytale.
It's obsession.
It's forbidden.
And it's the kind of love that ruins you before it saves you."*
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