What starts as a moment of reckless passion becomes something neither of them can escape. "What are you doing?" His voice is low, teasing, as he looks at her with eyes full of something darker. "I... don’t know. But I can’t stop," Cathy whispers, her body betraying her every word. He steps closer, the air thick with tension. "You think this is a mistake?" He smirks, fingers grazing her skin. "Or are you just too afraid to admit that you want this?"