After that first night together, something between us changed forever.It was as if a door had opened that neither of us wanted to close again.
We couldn't stay away from each other. Every free moment became an excuse to meet — sometimes at her house when her parents were out, sometimes at mine when it was quiet, or even parked somewhere far from the city lights.Each time carried the same fire, the same rush of adrenaline, like we were doing something forbidden yet impossible to resist.
It wasn't just passion anymore. It was obsession — the kind of connection that makes the air itself feel heavy when you're apart.
One afternoon, we were together at her place.The world outside didn't exist — until the front door suddenly opened. Her parents had come home early.
Panic flashed through both of us.I grabbed my things and hid under the bed just in time. I could hear her father's footsteps, his voice, the sound of him walking past the door. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might give me away.
After what felt like an eternity, the house went quiet again. She locked the door and looked at me with that mischievous smile — the one that could melt every ounce of reason I had.
"We still have time," she whispered.
And in that moment, all the fear turned into something else — a wild, reckless kind of passion that only comes from doing what you know you shouldn't.
That night was a blur of emotions — desire, danger, laughter, and love.When I finally left, hours later, I had to sneak out silently while everyone slept.
I barely slept at all.I went to work the next day exhausted, almost late, but with a smile that wouldn't leave my face.Because no matter how risky it had been, it felt like nothing in the world could compare to being with her.