KASMINE.
I wiped the tear away as I tied my hair in a loose bun, but it didn't stop the flood of emotions swirling inside me. Guilt. Shame. And something much more dangerous. Desire.
I hated myself for allowing my brother to do what he did to me.
Last night was a mistake... It should have been a mistake—something I regretted so deeply that the very thought of it should make my stomach churn.
But after this morning? I swear, I was conflicted. Here I was, alone in my room, unable to stop replaying every detail.
The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, isn't it? The one thing you're not supposed to have, the thing that could ruin everything—somehow, it becomes all you can think about.
He was devastatingly beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair. You wouldn't blame a lady for falli
