One afternoon, as the final bell rang, Sam stayed behind. Emily was organizing her papers, trying to focus on the task at hand. But Sam didn't leave. He walked up to her desk, and without saying a word, he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Emily," he said, her first name falling from his lips like a whisper. "I know you feel it too. You can't hide from it."
She swallowed hard. "Sam, stop. This isn't right."
But her body betrayed her—her breath quickened, and her heart raced.
"Just one kiss," he whispered. "One moment."
Emily closed her eyes, torn. The temptation was overwhelming, but she knew the cost. She pulled away abruptly, standing up. "No. I can't do this," she said, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.
"Then why can't you let me go?" Sam asked, his voice soft but persistent.
She looked at him, realizing that the distance between them was more than just physical now—it was everything. And she had to walk away, no matter what.
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