CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT: GUILTY PLEASURE

Anna's heart raced as Michael's lips met hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It started innocently enough, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, but soon it ignited into something more intense. Their hands roamed freely, tracing the curves of each other's bodies with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Anna's skin tingled with anticipation as Michael's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, igniting a fire deep within her. Their kisses grew more urgent, more passionate, as they surrendered to the undeniable chemistry between them. Anna moaned softly as Michael's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. Her hands found their way to his shirt, eagerly pulling it off to reveal the chiseled muscles beneath. Their bodies pressed together, aching for more contact, more connection. Anna arched into him, her desire building with each passing moment. Before she knew it, they were lost in