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No Strings Attached
I should have known better.
Rules were set for a reason. No emotions. No attachments. Just pleasure and nothing more. That was the deal we made—clean, simple, and without complications. But the problem with playing with fire is that you don’t realize you’re burning until it’s too late.
At first, it was easy. We met in secret, let our bodies speak a language neither of us dared put into words, and walked away like strangers when it was over. No expectations. No messy feelings.
But then she started staying a little longer, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin as if she had nowhere else to be. I started remembering the way she laughed, the way she tilted her head when she was thinking too hard. And one night, when I kissed her, it felt different—like a promise neither of us was ready to make.
We agreed on no emotions, but my heart? It never got the memo.
Now, I’m standing at the edge of something we swore we’d never have, and I have to decide—walk away before it’s too late, or risk everything for the one thing I never thought I wanted.
Because somewhere along the way, "no strings attached" became the biggest lie we ever told ourselves.
