Forbidden Cravings

I walked up the station steps, the morning air biting cold against my face, my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, lazy and dragging.

I was already tired, not from the walk, but from knowing who I was about to face. *This weird bitch,* I thought, my gut twisting. Sara. I had no clue what else she’d make me do today.

I let out a long *sighhhh*, my breath puffing white in the chill, my shoulders slumping as I turned the corner.

There she was—sitting on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling her phone. She wore a maroon one-piece dress that hugged her tight, a black jacket slung over her shoulders, and long boots stretching up to her knees. Her dark hair fell sleek over one side, her lips pursed around a piece of gum—always keeping that sexy demeanor.

She looked up as I stopped in front of her, my hands still in my pockets. "Yo..." I said, my voice flat, bored, staring down at her.

She flicked her eyes up, half-pissed, her brows pinching as she locked her phone with a sharp *click*.

"You made me wait thirty minutes," she said, her tone cold, leaning forward a bit, her boot tapping the ground. "I’m gonna make you pay for that, you know."

"You’ve made me pay for stuff I never even did to you," I said, huffing loud, glancing off at the tracks. "What’s new in that?"

*Pfft*—she laughed, short and sharp, standing up smooth, shoving her phone into her jacket pocket. "True... poor guy," she said.