That night he stеppеd into my room again. Not as a āfamilŃ friendāāhe stopped being that long ago. His fingers brushed my collarbone, lower than they should have, and I felt myself forgetting every reason to stop him. āWalk away now,ā he whispered, āor you know what haŃpens.ā I didnāt walk away. He pulled me closerā and just as his liŃs brushed my skin, the doorknob turnedā FULL STORY IN MY TELEGRAM










