Epitome Of Temptation

Jeremy pov:

The struggle is real. Whenever his skin brushes against mine, it sets off an inferno inside me that I cannot seem to quell.

Despite knowing that I should resist his advances, his kisses are so irresistible, making it impossible for me to keep my guard up.

Whenever he moves closer, my heart starts to race, and my resolve crumbles with each passing moment. It's as if he has some kind of mysterious power over me that I cannot resist.

“Steve…” I try to protest, to tell him to stop, but my voice fails me every time.

His lips on my neck make me lose myself, and I find myself entangled in his hair, surrendering to his touch. It's a constant battle between my head and my heart, and at this moment, my heart is winning the war.

As I uttered his name, "Steve...", the air around us seemed to crackle with electrifying energy.

Standing before me, Steve was the epitome of temptation, his every touch, every caress of his lips on my skin, held me captive in a way that was both thrilling