Darien opened his laptop, frowning slightly as he did so. His conscious, the little fuckhead, was warning him against it. But he wouldn't be ruled by it. Not this time. Clicking the mouse on the internet explorer button, his fingers twitched as they always did when he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. And satisfying his curiosity about that girl by committing a little Internet crime was definitely something he shouldn't be doing. The devil on his shoulder may have been a computer nerd, but it was also a closet salesman.
Come on, it's just one time. You'll look at it, laugh a little, find out what the fuck sparked your interest, log off and forget about it. What's the harm in it?
It's worse than criminal, it's invasive. You're reading someone's secrets. The angel on his shoulder protested.
So be it on her. If she really wanted to keep something secret, she wouldn't have left the page open.
You were looking over her shoulder!
The screen loaded, and he scrolled down, ignoring his superego's objections. His interest was sparked and when it sparked, it created a fire too big to put out unless he fed it. Would he feel guilt? Yes. Was it worth it? He fervently hoped so as he began to read.