Masked Encounters: Chapter 11

Brianna

I can't stop thinking about Max.

The memory of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, lingers like a fever dream. In the quiet moments, when I close my eyes, I can still feel his touch, his heat, the weight of him against me.

I can't resist him, no matter how much my rational mind screams at me to run. The connection between us is magnetic, irresistible. And now that I've given in to it, I'm powerless to stop the tidal wave of desire and longing that threatens to drown me.

Denise tried to convince me to go out with her tonight, but I ended up deciding against it. I'm afraid she realizes that there's something going on with me, and even thought I told her about what happened in the ball, I didn't knew it was Max. I'm not ready to tell her that I've found the mystery man from that night, and that he's no other than my neighbor, Max.