Forbidden Romance Tales
Daniel was asleep, peaceful as always, unaware of the storm raging around him.
Gizelle slipped into bed, the mattress dipping slightly. She glanced to the side. She turned over, burying her face in her hands. The scent of Will clung to her skin, her hair, her lips.
Damn!
“What is happening to me? What have I done? I should have fought harder. I should have screamed. If anyone finds out?”
These thoughts scared her. The social ruin, the judgment, the destruction of her carefully built life, it was unthinkable. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a cheater. She believed in vows, in fidelity.