I had longed to be that close to him for so long and I could feel myself giving into him. The passion in his kiss was too much to bear. It seemed to last a lifetime and yet, at the same time, a matter of seconds. As soon as he lifted his lips from mine, he released me. I just lay there stunned into silence. I hated myself. I hated him. Everything was just so messed up in my mind. Yet again, I felt like a woman of two halves. I just couldn't work out which half craved him and which despised him.
I had to try harder, I couldn't let myself be seduced by the roaring fire he ignited. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder how far things would have gone if he hadn't pulled away. Going forward, I had to keep my distance from him. Not allowing myself to get close enough to be pulled in. I
