“Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone” he insisted, holding her slim waist gently, but he retracted, thinking it wasn't proper, his face was so close to hers, and she couldn't, all she wanted was to crush her lips on him, and explore his mouth. She sat down on the arm of the couch, facing him. He was standing in front of her, and gently he caressed the side of her face, making her still with wonder. What was happening? Why was she loving the sound of his voice and the glistening of his eyes? This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be this obscenely brave. “Can I hold your hand?” he asked her under his breath. She processed, eyes still fixed onto his, and then she said, “No you should not” “Why?” “Because I will kill you if you do,” she answered back softly. He stopped immediately and waited. “I am going to kill you if you put your hands on me,” she repeated, still seeming calm. “I should have told you this before you invited me into your house.” She wat
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