Please note this is an erotic romance.
She’s younger. She’s off limits. She’s forbidden.
But it doesn’t stop me wanting her.
We flirt innocently.
This is what we do.
Only… It’s wrong.
That’s what I tell myself.
I shouldn’t be craving and needing.
She shouldn’t be blushing and trembling.
We shouldn’t be doing this… thing.
Why?
Because she’s… forbidden fruit.