FREYA'S POV
The tension in the warehouse was strong as our bodies drew closer, the magnetic pull between us undeniable. Our lips hovered just inches apart, the anticipation and desire evident in our breaths. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility of giving in to the feelings that had been consuming me, to taste the forbidden love that beckoned. But then reality crashed down upon me like a tidal wave, reminding me of the consequences of such a reckless choice.
With a gasp, I pulled away, breaking the spell that had enveloped us. My heart pounded in my chest, and I took a step back, trying to steady myself. Marshall's eyes held a mix of longing and understanding, his emotions mirroring my own.
"Freya," he murmured, his voice laced with both disappointment an
