It was only supposed to be a dare. A silly, immature dare. Instead, it became a death sentence that will hang over both our heads. Forever. There’s no erasing the way our tongues ravished one another’s. There’s no silencing those awful, lustful moans. There’s no pretending he wasn’t painfully hard and I wasn’t humiliatingly wet. There’s no going back in time and taking it all back…and I’m sick—absolutely sick—that our beautiful, precious dynamic has been forever altered. Tainted.
