Common Ground

Mircea stared in his golden green orbs, she knew the answer to his question however she wanted to see if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She had her queries about the situation. She knew where he was heading with the questions. However, she also knew if she got intimate with him it would infuse feelings that didn't revolve around the word hate. 

"Mircea?" He called her name out in a thick voice. 

"What?" She noted how he pulled her a little closer to himself. She also noticed the hot friction that was caused near her belly. 

Mircea knew he swallowed his mean remark when he said, "You didn't answer my question." 

She smirked, "Why do you want me?" 

"I asked a question first which I need an answer to." He was running low on patience.