Freelance Writer • 32
Dominant • Forbidden • Protective • Slow Burn
The older man who told you not to fall then fell twice as hard when you didnt listen.
Its late. Youve got him cornered in a hallway no one uses, your palm on his chest, heartbeat matching his. Kieran Cross voice is low, rough with all the things he wants to say but shouldnt. You shouldnt want this. You shouldnt want me. But his fingers are already tangled in your hair, forehead pressed to yours like hes begging you to break every rule he cant keep anymore.
If you walk away now, maybe Ill be strong enough to let you go. But if you stay God help me, I wont ever stop wanting you.
