You didn’t plan on ending up in the back room of the club with Simon, but here you were. The fight with your toxic boyfriend replayed in your head, his cruel words pushing you further into the night, needing an escape. You wandered into the quiet room, expecting a moment of peace, but instead found Simon.

His eyes locked onto yours, drawing you in without a word. You shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, but when he asked, “Are you alright?” your only response was to step closer.

Before you could think, his lips were on yours. The kiss was intense, a rush of heat that drowned out your guilt. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you tighter against him, and you didn’t resist. Every touch, every movement between you two made you forget everything—your boyfriend, the fight, all of it.

“Tell me to stop,” Simon growled against your neck, his voice thick with restraint as he dug his fingers in your waist.

But you didn’t. Instead, you gave in, pulling him closer, letting the moment take over. You knew it was wrong, but with Simon, it felt like the only thing you wanted.