My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.
Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3)
His mature hands touching my body.
His warm breath brushing my neck.
Pushed against a wall.
Alone. Only with him.
No one who could stop us.
I can’t think about anything else.
The craving gets stronger with every minute.