This would be the last time, he told himself. He couldn't hurt them anymore. They both deserved better from him; so much better.
But he couldn't seem to help himself. Every time they got together, they seemed to combust into flames. It was instantaneous and hot and so very wicked. Maybe that was the draw. He wasn't sure.
It had been innocent enough the first time. They had both been at the party of a mutual friend. Their eyes had locked early on and the game had begun. Secret glances. Blatant stares. Then she had walked out of the room. Five minutes later, it had been him.
They had met up around back, away from the partygoers, the noise, the fun. It was just the two of them. There. Together.
He didn't know who had initiated the first kiss. Maybe it had been him. Her lips had looked so soft. Kissable. Yeah, it had been him. He'd leaned forward and taken her with the quiet desperation he had been feeling for weeks.
And she hadn't pushed him away.
Now, both were in a world of hurt. They each had significant others. He'd been steady with his girl for close to two years now. They were the Sweetheart couple of Dillon High. And he was cheating on her.
Damn it. He loved her. He did, with his whole heart. He wanted to put a ring on her finger one day. He wanted to call her his wife. He wanted everything with her. But he couldn't resist the temptation.
Well, after tonight he would. This would be the last time. He jogged up the steps onto the porch of the abandoned house. Opening the screen door, he saw she was already there. Waiting for him.
This would have to be the last time.