MOONLIGHT LIBRARY

Under the moonlit library, tension grew. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, voice husky. “It’s too hot—I can’t steady my lips.” Silence lingered. “I need to savor you until your skin remembers me.” Her breath faltered. No one had ever said such things. Heat surged, strange and consuming. *Stop,* she thought. *He’s not himself—this isn’t real.* Biting her lip, she knew the risk. Her secret must stay buried. Some truths were never meant to be shared.