Morgan grappled with his own inner turmoil. The walls he had carefully built around his heart start to crumble, and his feelings for Melody intensified with each passing moment. He found himself torn between his longing for her and the weight of his responsibilities, knowing that crossing the line could have far-reaching consequences.
But his body didn't care about the consequences or the risks involved. It responded instinctively to the magnetic pull between them, craving the touch and intimacy that their connection promised. Every fiber of his being longed to surrender to the overpowering desire that surged through him, eclipsing all reason and logic.
He stepped closer to her, his body now mere one foot away from hers. The air crackled with tension as their eyes locked, and a charged silence enveloped them. Time seemed to stand still as they teetered on the edge of crossing a forbidden boundary.
"Mel, are you drunk?" His voice was a whisper in the dark.
