His Regret:Her Revenge
I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing.
I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him.
His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off.
"I'm engaged, and I have a child with him" I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak.
He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath.
"I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back.
The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his.
We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears.
"Mom?"