Forbidden Romance Tales
A sound, half gasp, half sob, escaped her throat and he swallowed it.
She melted into the kiss, every nerve ending screaming for closer contact. When he broke away, it was abrupt. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. The sound was loud in the sudden stillness.
“This is a line that cannot be uncrossed,” he said, his voice raw, stripped of its usual authority.
“I know,” she whispered, though the words felt like a lie.
How could something that felt so fundamentally right be a mistake?
He stepped back, putting a foot of cold, professional space between them. “You need to go, Scarlett. Now.”