Forbidden Heat — Lisa’s Midnight Tryst

Lisa woke before dawn, the room quiet except for the hush of the vent and the restless drum of her pulse. Heat lingered like the echo of a dream she couldn’t hold. She sat up, smoothed her sleep shirt, and tried to breathe away the ache in her chest—slow in, slower out.

The house felt different this morning—expectant. A guest was down the hall, still asleep after the party. Footsteps brushed across the hallway. In her doorway stood Ben, caught by the strip of light. Their eyes locked—surprise, then something more.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered. “Not really,” he replied. “I can go.” “Stay a second,” she said softly.

The air charged between them. A step closer, a lingering glance, a hand that hovered before it touched. The kiss that followed was careful, searching—and then deeper, more certain. Heat swirled, permission flowed, and tomorrow’s promise felt inevitable.