MISTAKEN DESIRE* 2

“This isn’t real,” Mark muttered to himself, hoping that somehow saying it out loud would make it true.

Lily laughed, a melodious sound that was both captivating and unnerving. “Oh, it’s very real, my love,” she said, stepping closer to him. “Yes, you did. You were all over me last night, touching me, kissing me… You couldn’t get enough. I have to admit, I enjoyed it too.”

Mark felt like he was going to be sick. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t who he was, who he wanted to be. His thoughts spiraled out of control as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he had not only slept with a complete stranger but had also done so while thinking of someone else entirely—Amelia

“Please,” Mark said, his voice thick with desperation, “whatever happened between us was a mistake. I don’t even know you.”

Lily’s expression hardened slightly at his words, though she quickly masked it with a smirk. “A mistake, you say?” she echoed, her tone icy. “Well, sweetheart, that’s your prerogative. But