"You shouldn't be in here," she whispers, her eyes flicking to the tent in his pants. He smirks, "You shouldn't be so tempting." They're alone in the house, the tension between them palpable. She bites her lip, her hand reaching out to stroke him through his jeans. He growls, pushing her against the wall, his hands exploring her body. Their breaths mingle, their hearts race, and their bodies yearn for each other, but the fear of getting caught keeps them on the edge, their forbidden game continuing in hushed tones and stolen glances.