DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

It was lust, I told myself.
But I lusted after other women before, and whatever I
felt for Lila didn’t come close to lust.
And I hated myself for feeling this way.
Just like I hated myself on that morning, a week ago. I
woke up to be an empty bed, but I still felt Lila’s presence
next to me. It was a dream; though, it had seemed so real,
so vivid.
And my boxers had been sticky with my release. I
couldn’t remember the last time I had a wet dream and
spilled cum in the middle of the night like a horny teenager,
but Lila… fuck, she invaded even my dreams with her
sweet voice and sinful touches.
I dreamed of fucking her… my best friend. The same
friend I made countless pinky swears with.
Friends?
Friends.
I destroyed the innocence of our relationship – the
sweetness of our friendship. I made it into something…
dirty, and it was no longer pure and no longer untouched by
my forbidden desires. It was my guilt to bear for the rest of
our lives.
Little did she know…
Sweet Lila, I fucked up.
Her lips curled. “Such a sweet tongue. I’m almost
jealous of all the girls you’ve said those things to.”
My heart squeezed at her words. “Your jealousy is not
needed because I’ve never called another woman those
words.”
No one had ever measured up to Lila since she came
into my life. No other woman had ever been… beautiful or
exquisite.
Her eyes widened before she quickly tried to mask her
surprise. “Liar.”
I cupped her elbow, steering her away from the stairs. “I
don’t lie.”