The city was asleep, but she wasn’t.
Her heart raced as she stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She wasn’t supposed to be here—not with him.
“Do you ever get tired of being good?”
“Maybe,” she admitted. “But what if someone finds out?”
“That’s the beauty of sin. The best kind is the one no one ever knows about.”
But they are unforgettable. He leaned closer, his voice low, almost a whisper. Her lips curved into a smile, though her pulse betrayed her calm. His eyes locked on hers, daring her. The silence between them burned hotter than any fire. It wasn’t about the kiss that was about to happen, or the rules they were breaking—it was about the thrill of temptation. The sweetness of doing exactly what they shouldn’t. She stepped closer. One heartbeat, then another, and suddenly the night felt alive with danger, heat, and secrets. Some stories are not meant to be confessed…
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