Sweet Attraction

Prologue

The first time I saw him, he didn’t touch me.
He didn’t have to.

His eyes did all the touching.

Dark. Slow. Hungry.
The kind of stare that pulls the air straight out of your lungs and replaces it with heat you can taste on your tongue.
I remember thinking,no one looks at someone like that unless they already know how they taste.

I should have walked away.
Every part of me knew he was danger dressed in temptation, arrogance wrapped in a sinful smile.
But desire has a way of reaching deeper than logic.
It curls its fingers into the softest parts of you and whispers, Just once…
And sometimes once is all it needs to ruin you.

His voice found me before his hands ever did.

“Careful,” he’d murmured, stepping just close enough for my pulse to trip over itself. “Some attractions don’t fade… even when they should.”

The warning should’ve sent me running.
Instead, I let it sink into me like a drop of warm oil sliding down bare skin, slow, irresistible, promising more.

From the start, there was nothing gentle about the energy between us.
It was a pull, raw, magnetic, almost violent in its intensity.
A silent agreement sealed in the space between two breaths:
We want this.
We know it’s a bad idea.
We’ll do it anyway.

And when he finally touched me?

God.

His fingers were a command disguised as a caress, tracing my jaw, sliding to the back of my neck, holding me still as if he was afraid I might vanish.
Or maybe… as if he couldn’t stand the idea of not having me close enough.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, his breath skating over my lips.

But I did.
I felt it in the way his voice dropped, in the way his body tightened like he was fighting himself.
I felt it every time his eyes dipped to my mouth, lingering as if he was memorizing the shape of a sin he hadn’t committed yet.

We were supposed to resist each other.
We tried, God knows we tried.
But attraction this strong isn’t patient.
It doesn’t wait for the right moment.
It creates one.

And on the night everything changed, the world outside our bodies could’ve burned and I wouldn’t have noticed.
His mouth hovered over mine, slow, deliberate torture.
His hand slid up my thigh, fingertips trailing fire, claiming skin that had never been touched like that before.
He breathed my name as if it tasted too good to say only once.

“Sweet,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Too sweet.”

Maybe that’s where the mistake began.
Maybe sweetness was never meant to mix with the darkness we carried
but once we collided, we lit up everything we touched.

Now, when I think about him…
I don’t think about the warnings.
Or the consequences.
Or the way everything around us started to unravel.

I think about that first pull
that forbidden, irresistible, dangerous attraction
that made two people with no business being near each other
fall anyway.

And I think about how some stories don’t start with a kiss.
Some start with a look…
a touch…
a breath shared at the edge of a mistake
one you know will follow you for the rest of your life.

This is ours.
A story that began long before our lips ever met.
A story built on craving, chaos, and the kind of desire that never dies quietly.

This is the beginning
of "Sweet Attraction"