Despite everything, they couldn't stay away.

Days passed. Then a week. Elena tried to bury herself in assignments, in Maya's endless invitations to go out, in anything that would distract her. But nothing could dull the ache.

Then, one night, he showed up at her door.

No words. No explanations. Just eyes full of want and hands that trembled as they reached for her.

They didn't speak as they fell into bed.

They didn't speak when her nails scratched down his back or when his mouth found every place she needed him most. It was need, raw and unfiltered - no longer careful, no longer cautious. The restraint had shattered. The guilt was gone, buried under the weight of longing that refused to die.

He kissed her like she was the only truth he knew.

She wrapped herself around him like he was the only thing that made sense.

After, they lay tangled in silence. Their breaths slowing. The world outside didn't exist. Just skin, warmth, and the steady, unbearable truth:

This wasn't just desire.

This was love.

And it would ruin them both.