It's night and Desmond is not letting me go.
"Desmond, you have to take your medicine."
"You are not leaving." He nuzzles closely to me. I smiled.
"I am not. But-"He cut me off,
"No buts. Stay." How will he recover if he won't take his medicines?
"Medicine," I said a little sternly. But, since when can I win against his overwhelming power? He gripped my wrists and flipped over me. He was on top of me as my heart began to pound. I felt some sudden strange sensations in my stomach. He was panting heavily as his Gray eyes bore into my Blue ones. I let out a soft pant. His eyes are tired. He leaned in as I turned my head to my side a little as I convulsed under his touch. He brushed his lips against my cheeks. His heavy breath is taking my breath away.
