Rude (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter 17

You wrap your arms around Hannibal's neck and he deepens the kiss. The man is a consummate kisser, as accomplished and as skilled as he is in cooking and psychiatry. His tongue touches yours and you shiver with desire and possibly something else. A thrilling sense that this is one pleasure that you may not survive.

But it's worth it. His hands stroke up your back, tangle in your hair. You rest your palms on his narrow hips and feel his heart beating against yours.

'It is in the blood,' he mutters roughly against your lips. 'Our destiny and our desire. When we are intimate with our blood, we are intimate with ourselves. And each other.'

Whatever, you think, and concentrate on kissing this beautiful man. You reach up and loosen his silk tie with an insistent tug, then unbutton the top of his shirt to expose his collarbone and a dusting of hair. He dips his head to kiss your neck. For a moment, you feel his sharp teeth grazing your skin.

You hear a door open. Hannibal raises his head from your neck. Still entangled with him, you follow his gaze. 

A man has entered the dining room. He is curly-haired, unshaven; a bit scruffy looking, especially compared to Hannibal, but very attractive. He wears a green chambray shirt without a tie. His blue eyes are soft with suffering.

Hannibal smiles. 'Will Graham,' he says. 'How good to see you. You are just in time to join us.'

If you say 'Er, hold on Hannibal, I think we were in the middle of a private moment here,' turn to Chapter 18.

If you hold out your hand to Will, smiling invitingly, turn to Chapter 19.