Erica:

Laura stormed out and I was left alone with Dante. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him but I used my hands to wedge myself, keeping him from pulling me any closer.

My lips were still tingly from his kisses and his scent had invaded my nostrils and I was slowly feeling weak in the knees.

“Erica, I…”

"Dante, I have to go.”

I disentangled myself from his embrace. He tried to grab my hand but I pulled away and stepped back.

If he touched me, I wasn't sure that I could resist him.

"Erica, where are you going?”

"Home, Dante. The meeting is over and...