*Aryanna*
The moment Darren’s mouth found mine, everything blurred. There was no Lisa, no deception, and no double lives, just his hands on my skin, his breath tangled with mine. The heat between us intensified by the second. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in my hurry, and he laughed softly against my lips, that familiar deep chuckle that was equal parts teasing and dangerous. I hated how that sound still managed to pull me under.
For a fleeting, dangerous moment, I could almost pretend we were back there—five years ago, when things were simple, when he hadn’t destroyed my family, and his touch didn’t feel like a betrayal. His kiss was familiar, painfully so, stirring memories I thought I’d buried. Back then, it had been so easy to be lost in him, so effortless to believe every second we shared was real.
But now? Now I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a dangerous game, but I didn’t care.