What If

24

JEN'S P.O.V.

The eyes that met mine were full of passion and desire. And I was so amazed by it's great force. I am pressed against the wall, with his both hands set firmly on my side. His lips gently touches my forehead. And I flinched when he planted soft kisses on it, down to my eyes that I literally shivers. I closed my eyes when his hot breath caress my face.

Wave of sensations flooded my entire being. My subconcious warns me that this is danger. That being alone with a handsome bachelor will cause havoc. But my sensual emotions overshadowed my mind.

He slowly rubbed my face with his hand up and down. Eyes burning with passion.

"Jenny, would you..will you let me.." His voice was chilly. Sending fuel to the fire.

I gaze up at him, levelling our eyes.

"Y..yeah?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

I wasn't prepared for this. My inner self was battling whether this was right or wrong. Obviously, I know that this was so damn wrong! But why do I have this feeling that if I'm going to say no, I will regret it for the rest of my life? How would I tell him yes without sounding too bold?

"I guess...I have to find out myself.." He smirks. And without very much adou, he crosses the gap between us. Before I realized what he meant, his lips were now gently nipping mine, as if balancing my reaction. So gentle and soft that I thought I was floating and floating and...

"You are so tempting.." He moans under my breath. While his tongue softly begging its entrance.

We were so close. No air could even pass between us. And when my body needs oxygen, I slowly gasps to fill my lungs. I'm not sending an easy access, but it seems like it serves as his go signal. His tongue envaded my mouth. And I stood there, totally immobilized.

I wasn't kissed before. Wasn't touched like this. And that's why I don't know how to react to the kiss. My hands involuntarily reaches up, clutching his neck. I just need a thing to hold on to.

"The sweetest lips..." He moans diliriously. And even cupped his hands on my face.

"M..mark..."

But he didn't listened. Or was just very occupied. I wanted the kiss, yes. But this isn't right. I'm just seventeen. And I promise I would never gave up my virtinity for lust. No doubt this was it. We were just two human beings attracted with each other in a pure sexual level only. And the fact that I never knew this guy added up to my inhibitions.

I gently pushes him away. Lightly adding a little effort.

"Mark please stop!" I whisperd. Putting a hand on his chest.

He slowly leaves my mouth and run a hand through his hair looking intently to my eyes.

"This is a mistake..I can't do it. " I quickly let go of his hold and strides a few feet away.

"Really, Jennifer? Just admit it that you like my kiss. You fucking enjoyed it as much as I do!" He smirked. And his voice was full of venom.

"I was an amateur and you were an expert. And you know that!" I yelled. Voice shattering to a sob. I wasn't kissed before. And the man who's my first kiss was ruthless enough to accused me like I was the one flaunting my lips to him!

"Amateur, eh? You seems so good at opening your mouth for my tongue-"

"Stop it! Your an asshole! You pervert! " I was shouting with all my might. Just so the pressure on my chest goes out.

I quickly move my feet and hurriedly headed for the door. I was about to turn the knob when I felt a weight of a hand on my shoulder.

"Jenny.." I heard him plead. But no way I would turn around to look up at him. Not again!

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I never say sorry to anyone but.." His rugged breathing stops him to speak.

"I'm sorry. Will you forgive me? It's my birthday, you know.." He whisperd softly.

I sigh and slowly turned around. And I saw his low eyes full of sincerity. That my heart melted.

"And since it's your birthday. It's allright to insult me or accused me of being a flirt? How pathetic!" I said with bitter expression.

"Fuck! I never said your a flirt! Where did that come from?" He was totally pissed off. What?

"I'm not an idiot!" I snapped.

He let out a strong masculine sigh before walking past me to the outside. I smell the cold breeze as he left the door open for me.

"Maybe your right. I should have not kissed you. Your not my type, anyway." He stated flatly. Without emotions.

And when I take a step outside, he slammed the door harshly that the tiny snow particles flew away.

"Let's go. You must go home.." He said as he walked away towards his car.

I was still standing there while he strides away. A kiss was just a kiss. And Mark Simons, though expert in kissing, he was just the same arrogant and rude guy I have ever met.