Passionate Hate
I said impulsively, not knowing I had let it slip.
“I have nothing to do with her” he protested “If you say so” I said, staring at him.
Almost immediately I could feel the tension in the car, our faces inches apart, his eyes were soft and then I felt his lips brush mine, a soft, passionate kiss, it felt relieving, my lips on his, his hand on my face, my heart raced once more, my face reddening.
“Will this convince you?” He asked, his eyes locked on mine as he pulled away from my face, I watched his face undo my body, my heart raced too fast, I thought it would pop out of place and I think it almost did.