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He slammed me against the cold wall of his office—one hand gripping my waist like a vice, the other wrapped around my neck, fingers pressing just hard enough to steal my breath.
He was too close. Dangerously close. His body hovered over mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. I barely reached his shoulders, but in that moment, I felt completely overpowered—trapped in the pull of something I knew we shouldn't be.
And for the first time since I laid eyes on him at my birthday party six months ago—since the night everything changed and we crossed a line we were never supposed to—I saw it. A flicker of emotion in Michael’s eyes. Real. Raw. Bare.
“Michael… please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We have to stop this. This is so fucking wrong.”
But even as I said it, I knew it was too late. This wasn’t casual anymore. We had blurred the lines, burned the rules. And now I was falling. Hard. For someone I could never have. Someone who would never love me back.
Because this—we—are forbidden. He’s my mom’s cousin’s son. And if I didn’t end it now, it would ruin me.
“Nothing’s wrong when you’re with me, Alba.” he murmured
Then his lips crashed onto mine—hot, hungry, claiming.
