“Make sure no one sees you leave…” Oscar murmured, pressing a final kiss to your lips, a fleeting moment of tenderness before the world came rushing back.

With your hood pulled low and your gaze fixed on the ground, you slipped out of his stall, the air still heavy with the scent of him. Each step toward your friends felt like a performance, your cheeks warm with the blush you couldn’t quite hide. You told yourself, over and over, that you could stop whenever you wanted. But deep down, you knew the truth — this was the allure of your secret. The stolen moments, the whispered promises, the electric pull of forbidden desire. It was intoxicating, and it was yours.