THE EDGE OF DESIRE

Isn't it good to have a good boyfriend who loves you and cares for you? but what happens when your desires get worse and you feel trapped between love and passion? what happens when your least favourite person, your nemesis, your enemy is the one who gets under your skin without permission but he shouldn't? what will you do if you can't look away from his gaze when your boyfriend is practically holding your hand? yeah.

"still hiding behind your syllabus, sweetheart?" the voice made me look up from the book as my face dropped..He stood there, leaning against the old wood of the library wall, smirking like he could read me as if I was an open book for him. "
"go away, Sid." I said and continued reading. he walked closer as felt footsteps coming towards me. of course he ignored my words. he stopped right beside my chair.
"busy reading about the kind of man you're actually starving for?" my breath caught as I closed my book with irritation. "I said leave." he leaned down as a smirk kept playing on his lips.
"true isn't it?" he said in that annoying tone as I rolled my eyes. but he leaned down closer. eyes not leaving mine once.."I have a boyfriend sid. go find someone else"

he didn't move. instead his hand rested behind me on the chair..and one on the table. caging me. my heart doing absolutely weird racing which i should not even feel. "you have a coward, sweetheart" his voice dropped to almost a murmur. I forgot to blink. I hate him. hate him so much that I almost think something dangerous around him.. something i should not think..

he straightens as he casually rolls his sleeves. and says in his usual cocky grin. "admit it already. you love crazy adventures" I stand up taking my books and bag as I say "I hate them and I hate you mostly" I walk past him. my heart is unstable and so is my mind. I message my boyfriend as I walk downstairs. The dangerous thing is, I Fucking love crazy adventures...