Chapter 17. Wrong but Irressistible

My mind is a whirlwind of sentiments as I take in the cool autumn breeze bleeding in through the still-open window. It should be chilling, at least to cool off the alluring steam blazing between us, but blending with his perilously hot pheromones compromises it all. The breeze is not helping as much as it should. His hot breathing dominates the breeze, rendering me submissive to their bewitching allurement. We are both lost and getting intoxicated by this.

Staring at him like this enkindles a volcanic combo of emotions in me. The same old spark, same old desires, and same old feelings Everything is flooding in with the same magnitude as it did before. It feels as if nothing ever changed except the cruel circumstances that separated us. The spark in his eyes is as strong and dominating as it was in the old days. It speaks of a deep feeling—a deep sense of longing—and everything else there was between us is distinctly etched in his eyes.

And the corners of his mouth start