In the arms of two sins

His tie hung loose, his eyes darker than sin. The scent of whiskey lingered on his breath as he leaned closer.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, the words brushing against my skin like a dare.

"You're drunk," I said, staring into those grey eyes as my heartbeat filled the silence.

He smiled faintly, his gaze trailing from my hair until it fell on my lips.

"Drunk," he whispered, his thumb grazing my mouth as if testing how soft it was, "but not blind. You want this as much as I do."