I sit here, a glass in hand, letting the rich, velvety taste linger on my lips as my mind drifts to him—my beautiful, reckless temptation. He is youth wrapped in confidence, with eyes that smolder and a touch that ignites something in me I thought had faded. I imagine his hands tracing slow, teasing patterns along my skin, his lips whispering promises I shouldn’t believe but crave anyway. The thrill of his hunger, the way he looks at me like I’m something to be devoured—it’sTempting. I should know better, but desire doesn’t play by the rules, does it?
I sit here, a glass in hand, letting the rich, velvety taste linger on my lips as my mind drifts to him—my beautiful, reckless temptation. He is youth wrapped in confidence, with eyes that smolder and a touch that ignites something in me I thought had faded. I imagine his hands tracing slow, teasing patterns along my skin, his lips whispering promises I shouldn’t believe but crave anyway. The thrill of his hunger, the way he looks at me like I’m something to be devoured—it’sTempting. I should know better, but desire doesn’t play by the rules, does it?