„I know you love him. He's my best friend," he said with a voice suddenly acrimonious and abrupt. „Then what are you still doing here?" I said slightly angry. For a moment, a silence set in the living room, not counting low-keyed voices coming out of TV. His face expression changed. Suddenly, he was looking at me passionately. With his hand, he softly touched my cheek and then slowly continued lower, with a greedy look in his face. „I want to give you what you desire for and what you really want. What your body needs and what he's not able to give you." With his fingertips he was making himself a tour around my body, now he was discovering my neck. He didn't look like he was planning to stop. The worse part of me, which started to gradually taking control over me ,didn't even want him to stop.