Are you betrothed?

She pushed against his chest as his tongue explored hers. He paused and broke the kiss, looking into her eyes.

"We should not be doing this here." She turned to face away from him and held onto the wall beside her for support.

He caught a lock of her hair between his fingers. "Does that mean we can do it somewhere else? My room, perhaps?"

"You know what I mean."

He took in her flushed face when he moved beside her. She was even more beautiful this way.

"Yes I do. I know what you mean." He sighed because he knew what she was implying—that they shouldn't be doing things that only happen between couples. "But what's wrong with doing what we both want, flower?" He played with her soaked hair.

She evaded his touch when his fingers grazed her skin. "When you are angry, you want to yell and curse or kill someone. But that doesn't make any of those things right."