But just before she got to her seat, she was suddenly caught in an embrace and a kiss forced on her lips from nowhere.
Before she could react just like today, and give the person a well deserved slap, she opened her eyes to see that it was Steffan Rosse… the same handsome doctor that had been invading her dream and every waking thoughts since she laid her eyes on him and seen again some weeks back at a club where they'd accidentally met to drown their sorrows.
He had taken advantage of her stunned silence to trace the outline of her nose, down to her lips, and whispered, "please, play along."
"And why should I?" She had retorted. Not that she hated the idea of kissing him. After all, she was so in love with him and couldn't wait to feel those lips on hers again. But she needed a reason that wouldn't make her appear desperate or and too eager.
