Alyssa had the perfect vantage point to admire Michael’s profile.
He was the epitome of rugged handsomeness, with a masculine charm that was undeniable. And his scent was intoxicating. Despite the long walk, he still smelled fresh and clean, as if the miles hadn't touched him.
Alyssa was lying on his back, her heart pounding so wildly it felt like it might burst through her chest.
A mischievous little imp seemed to spring up from the depths of her heart, whispering slyly, "You've fallen for him, haven't you? You should steal him away from Julia."
The thought shocked Alyssa to her core. How could she have such a horrible thought?
Michael and Julia's love was a thing of beauty, their romance straight out of a fairytale. How could she play the villain, the homewrecker?
Back then, Alyssa was obsessed with romance novels. Whenever a third wheel threatened the love between the protagonists, she'd wish she could yank them out of the pages and give them a piece of her mind.
Yet here she was, harboring the very thoughts she despised.
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help where her heart was tugging her.
After that day's hike, Alyssa felt sick. She even took a two-week leave from school and didn't read a single letter Julia sent her way. Her guilt over her feelings for Michael was consuming.
Eventually, Julia came to visit, and Alyssa played it cool on the surface. But inside, seeing Julia was excruciating.
Still, she couldn't help but inquire about Michael.
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