Crossing the Line

~DARIUS~

I was pissed at myself.

I had sworn I would never lose control. Never give in. Declan's sister was a line I was never supposed to cross. A rule I had repeated so many times it should have been imprinted on my body. Then I had followed her upstairs, shut her door, and kissed her like I had been starving for it.

Weak.

That was the word.

Weak.

Kiss me. That was all she had to say. And I had