He grabbed her by the waist, forcefully pressing his lips against hers. She enjoyed the way his lips felt, despite her attempt to pull away.
His fingers raking up and down her torso and arms, a blazing inferno left behind. His lips adding fuel to the fire she felt in her body.
Uncontrollable whimpers fell from her parted lips as he pulled away, goosebumps raising on her silky flesh. The fire dying down, embers waiting to be rekindled, forehead pressed against hers. Staring into each other's eyes, nothing but heavy breathing filling their ears, puffs of white smoke forming in the cold.
She stared into his jade green eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts, his expression as cold as the winter air surrounding them. He broke the silence, "Don't look me in the eyes for too long," he warned.
Curiously, she asked, "Why?"
Captivated by his eyes, noticing the slight tint of yellow, pupils dilated, he spoke again.
"It's where my demons hide," a smoky tone lacing his words, he walked away.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.