He walks closer to me, entrapping my body against the wall like some clichè scene from a romance movie. But he was far from a shining knight. "We can't do this here Kim",I say softly. Suddenly his pale fingers gently but firmly grip onto my hair. Pushing my head farther back to expose my brown neck even more. "I wonder...if your skin taste like chocolate", he chuckles and then does the last thing I would ever think of. He...