DIRTY DESIRES: FORBIDDEN STORIES
"When I'm alone up here. When the house is quiet and everyone else is asleep."
His eyes opened, dark and intense. "Joana—"
"I think about what it would be like," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "To have you here. To feel your hands on me. To taste you."
Mike's hands clenched at his sides, and I could see the struggle playing out across his face. The desire was there, raw and unmistakable, but so was the fear. The knowledge that crossing this line would change everything.
"You're beautiful," he said, the words seeming to escape against his will. "God, you're so fucking beautiful. But this... this can't happen."