A meet cute is supposed to be cute.
Ours was sexy. Chaotic. Not normal. Less than 10 minutes after we met, I realized we could never be. She was forbidden to me. She held my hand behind his back.
I gripped hers, knowing it was wrong. I was on the cusp of superstardom—and still I held her fingertips...
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