The atmosphere was tense and there was no sound to be heard, two people standing a few feet apart stood in this suffocating situation, staring so differently towards each other. One parties' eyes held such hatred and detest, eyes that held murder yet glimpses of fear poured out in waves and torrents as well. And the other? Held desire and wicked intent, they held promise of pain and destruction,
As though time stood still, they looked so differently yet the intensity of each emotion expressed was matched evenly and that was the moment Jessie knew she was fucked. If he desired her with as much intensity as she hated him the she was helplessly fucked.
