Taboo: Ties and Sins
she said, slipping back into her own clothes—the red dress that now felt like it belonged to another life.
He approached and took her chin in his hand once more.
“This wasn’t an ending, Sara. It was a prologue.”
“I know.”
He walked her to the door. Before opening it, he pulled her into one final kiss. It wasn’t the voracious kiss of the night before, nor the possessive kiss of their power game. It was a kiss of farewell and promise—slow and deep, tasting of coffee, truth, and future possibilities.
“Until soon,” he whispered against her lips.