This is the fourteenth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
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He was irate. “Have I to kiss you again to prove it, Alisa?”
She glanced at those hard lips, still stunned that they’d been so gentle on hers. She shook her head despite the rebuilding desire. “It was a mistake.”
He sighed. “You are unbelievable.”
“We aren’t children. What I want can’t be-”
“Me?” He looked hurt, as if that concept physically pained him. “I’m what you want. Aren’t I?”
“No,” she whispered.
“I did not force that kiss, Alisa.”
No, he hadn’t and he needed it confirmed.
But, coward that she was, she only said, “Take me home. Please.”