Some rules were meant to be broken.
Some lines were meant to be crossed — slowly, deliberately, with trembling hands and hungry mouths.
For years, Cole had fought it.
The way his eyes lingered too long.
The way his dreams left him soaked and guilty.
The way he ached to bury his face between those heavy, soft breasts and lose himself.
Vanessa made it too easy — smiling at him, touching him, holding him close like he was still a boy.
She didn't understand what she was doing.
Or maybe... maybe she did.
Maybe she wanted it too.
It was wrong.
It was dangerous.
But once they crossed that line, there was no going back.
No apologies, no shame strong enough to wash it away.
Some cravings were irreversible.
Some pleasures too sweet to resist.
And some rules...
were meant to be broken.