So Much It Hurts

[BRIAN]

My mind was racing as I felt her lips on mine. I knew I shouldn't have kissed her back, but the feeling was too overwhelming to resist. Her lips were soft, and her touch was like a wildfire that ignited every inch of my body.

I knew that this couldn't work out between us. It was forbidden, and even if it wasn't, there were so many obstacles in our way. Her father—my mentor, my son, the difference in our age, my guilt, and my broken heart. But at that moment, none of it seemed to matter. All I could think about was the taste of her on my lips and the warmth of her body against mine.

As our lips touched, I was hit with a wave of desire. I couldn't help but deepen the kiss. It was slow at first, almost tentative, as if we were both afraid of where this would lead. But as the passion between us grew, the kiss became more urgent and desperate.

I could taste the sweetness of her lips, a tantalizing mixture of cherry and vanilla. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough. I ran