THE ONE THING YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE.

<blockquote>An excerpt from Forbidden Love Story by Omalia</blockquote> There’s a version of falling in love that looks like the movies. Grand gestures. Declarations. Someone running through an airport or standing in the rain saying the right thing at exactly the right moment. That wasn’t us. Ours looked like him stealing my food without asking and acting innocent when I caught him. It looked like me calling him at midnight over nothing and him picking up every single time, voice rough with sleep, not once complaining. It looked like arguments about the most irrelevant things argued with the kind of passion most people reserved for things that actually mattered. It looked like ordinary. But it was ours, and that made it everything. We had a rule for fighting. Whatever we were arguing about we settled it with a game. Winner takes the argument. No discussion, no appeals. What he didn’t mention was that he had absolutely no intention of playing fair. He’d wait until I was focused and winning and feeling myself, then do something completely unhinged lean over and say something in my ear, grab my waist from behind, just be distracting in that specific way he knew worked on me. The moment my concentration slipped, he’d surge ahead like he’d been waiting patiently the whole time. “That’s cheating,” I’d say. “Experience,” he’d say, not even looking up from the screen. So I learned. I’d pull my top off mid-game or lean over and kiss his neck. His hands would fumble. His focus would evaporate. I’d take the lead and never give it back. “That’s cheating,” he’d say. “Experience,” I’d say. We were both terrible. We were both completely unrepentant about it. The night he officially asked me out, it wasn’t dramatic. We were eating I was stealing from his plate, which he pretended to be annoyed about, which we both knew he wasn’t and he just looked at me. One of those looks that sat on you with a little weight. “So what are we doing?” he asked. I kept chewing. “Eating.” “You know what I mean.” I put my fork down. Let the silence hold for exactly as long as I wanted it to. Then I said: “Asking me out properly would be a good start.” He laughed. Low, a little exasperated, like I was the most exhausting person he’d ever met. Then he asked. And I said yes in the most unbothered voice I could manage, which was not very unbothered at all. What happens when the one thing you want is the one thing you’re not supposed to have? Chapter one coming soon……And if you can’t wait for it.. use the link below to read the full story. Read Forbidden Love Story on Wattpad and Inkitt — links below. 📖 Wattpad: <a class="tc-blue external-link" href="https://www.wattpad.com/story/401939422" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">www.wattpad.com/story/401939422 </a>

Forbidden Love Story

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