CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO: CAUGHT

Anna's heart raced with anticipation as she slipped out of the house to meet Michael, her mind clouded with desire and longing. She knew it was wrong, that she was betraying Jonathan’s trust, but she couldn’t resist the pull of her attraction to Michael, the magnetic pull that drew them together like moths to a flame. As she neared their meeting spot, her heart pounded in her chest, her senses heightened by the thrill of the forbidden rendezvous. She glanced around nervously, half expecting Jonathan to appear out of nowhere and catch her in the act. But when she finally reached the secluded spot where Michael was waiting for her, all thoughts of Jonathan vanished from her mind, replaced by a consuming desire that left her breathless with anticipation. Michael’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of her, a smile spreading across his face as he reached out to pull her into his arms. “Anna,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “I’ve been waiting for you.” Anna melted into his embrac