CHAPTER 3
Tendency toward f*******n things—it’s a human instinct. Especially for teenagers.
We try to avoid the lines we shouldn’t cross, but curiosity? It sneaks in.
Our heart whispers, Just try it once.
But our brain fights back, No. It's wrong. Let it go.
And still... most of the time, we follow the heart.
We make mistakes.
And then we regret them.
I was one of those impulsive, curious eighteen-year-olds. Not obsessed with breaking rules—I just wanted to live a little. Be free. Laugh with my friends.
But right now? I couldn’t stop thinking...
Going to that club was a mistake.
His eyes haunted me. That dangerous shade of ocean blue—like a storm about to crash. I could still feel them, locked on me, like they never left.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I lay in bed, stari
