With Your Last Breath, I Want To Hear You Scream.

She Will Never Cover Up What We Did With Her Dress.

I turned a corner in the too-big-for-one-person house and ran into someone. An arm reached out and wrapped around my waist and I felt my dress move up. I was pulled up against their chest and thanked God they didn't let me fall on my ass.

I looked up to see who my savior was and was met with white contacted eyes and a devious grin. I looked down towards my clumsy feet.

"Don't be bashful Colette, I won't bite," his voice was red velvet, seducing me. "Hard."

"Michael Kuza, do you always try and seduce women on your second non-date?" I asked, looking back up at him and raising an eyebrow. He just continued to look down at me, grinning. "I was looking for you."

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow back at me.

I nodded and started to play with the collar of his shirt. "I was thinking, maybe, you could take me back to your place," I looked up at him, a serious look on my face. "And you could make me helpless."

He stood and looked at me, confused. "Huh?"

"You heard me," I said with a slight smart ass tone.

"Don't get smart with me Colette, I'll make you helpless right here," he said. I felt my eyes widen. He wouldn't do that, would he? His eyes went soft once again and almost concerned. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

I nodded eagerly. "I've never been so sure in my life."

"Let's go then."

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 Super short, but don't worry. I'm already working on the next chapter so don't flip.