He is a multi-millionaire, escaped inmate serving life in prison for a double murder he didn’t commit.
He was once my only friend and my first crush.
He doesn’t ask for help and I don’t offer.
His hair falls into his face and a strand brushes along his chiseled jaw. His vulnerability is disarming.
We both know that he shouldn’t be here, but when I stare into his piercing, intense eyes, I can’t look away.
I want to tell him to leave, but then he leans over and runs his finger over my lower lip.
When our mouths touch, I know that I won’t be able to stop.
What happens when one night isn’t enough?