My lips collided with his with fearful mix of lust and passion. His tongue liking and scalding my tongue as if on fire, but it turned me one. His hands lowered to the small of my back where it caved in.
Our lips detached and I stared up at him, a mixture of fear and curiosity burning through. "I hate you." Once the word left his mouth he got up from my bed and walked out leaving me fearful and curious.
