No.

That's what he should've said to you the first time. And every single time after that, no matter how much your pleading eyes made his throat tighten and your eyes made his heart melt. He should've said no to you, because now he had a fucking problem. He knew it was a problem the second your touch made his heart race. Now, it was getting out of hand.

This was a bad habit. A bad, bad habit, and all paths lead right back here, right back to you.

You are so much more than a guilty pleasure.