You were a forbidden fruit. He should have kept his hands off of you, but there was just something about you that drove him wild.

Any time he could pull you into a secluded corner, an empty room, a stairwell, he did. But any time you were in public, it was like you were strangers. And he hated it. But it wasn't safe to be out in the open.

As you laid in his arms one night, he stroked your hair, and he found himself second guessing.

"Maybe ... we should see how far this goes?" he asked.