"I don't want to leave you mad at me." He whispered softly in my ear. One hand caressed the path of the plunging neckline dangerously close to my breasts which he knew very well. My resolve was hanging by a thread but my anger had a death grip on my sanity. When he turned me around and had his hands caressing the inside of my thigh high slit, my hands wandered the smooth surface of his jawline. He smirked and pulled me closer. His lips moved closer and closer to mine and just a whistle of air blew between the thread-width of distance between them, I scowled. "Guess we are both leaving without what we want." star crossed lovers or is there more?