I never meant to want him.

Liam belongs to my roommate. He's off-limits, wrapped in loyalty and unspoken rules, the kind of man who fills a room just by walking into it. I told myself I could handle living three feet from temptation. I was wrong.

It starts with glances that linger too long. A touch that isn't quite an accident. The electricity crackling every time we're alone in that apartment, the air thick with everything we're not allowed to say. Jealousy creeps in first - watching her hands on him, hating how badly I want to be the one he reaches for instead. Then it isn't just jealousy anymore. It's hunger.

One reckless night, the tension finally snaps. His mouth finds mine before either of us can stop it, and every rule I swore I'd keep shatters in an instant. What starts as a stolen kiss becomes a secret we can't undo - desperate, breathless, addictive. We tell ourselves it's just once. It never is.

Every stolen moment after that is a risk. Every touch feels like betrayal and salvation at once. I know what we're doing could destroy everything - her trust, our friendship, the life I've built. But when he's inside my head, inside my bed, inside everything I thought I wanted, I can't make myself stop.

Some desires are too dangerous to resist. Ours might be the one that burns it all down.