She’s perfect enough to make me to forget what a good man I am. She makes me think very, very bad things.
She was sent here to get away from trouble, but now she’s causing some trouble of her own.
I can’t touch her, but I get crazy when I see other men look at her.
I can’t claim her, because that would be breaking a cardinal rule.
But I can’t help. Neither can she.
I’ve tasted the forbidden, and now there’s no turning back.