You taste like mine.

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.

That topsy-turvy, warm feeling of arousal was attraction. An unfamiliar feeling that had never occurred before was happening with her enemy.