Forbidden Desires
The next night was even worse than the first.
I barely slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the kitchen moment — Alexander’s tall, muscular body so close to mine, the way his intense grey eyes had slowly moved down my body, and those dangerous words: “I’m very good at helping people relax.” I was a 20-year-old virgin. I had never let anyone touch me intimately. The only knowledge I had about sex came from the secret romance books I read late at night. Yet here I was, lying in bed with my thighs pressed together, feeling shamefully wet just from remembering his voice.