DAHLIA 

“You stay away from me, you hear me?” I was not just angry at him, I was appalled at myself for wanting to let him kiss me. Hating myself that I also had wanted that kiss more than anything. 

I cooled desire and viciously squashed any wanton need for him. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with him, especially.

“Dahlia, what is wrong with you? I came here with the intention to apologize. I know I did wrong but I am prepared to make it right. I’m sorry.” He looked angry, probably because I’d left him hanging on a thin thread of desire.

He had been anticipating the kiss...