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 By the time I race to the courtyard, I'm freezing, and right now I'm wishing I had brought my jacket. I have no idea where the hell I'm going. I stop by the water fountain and sit down on the edge. I watch as the water flows down and then it splashes at me. The water feels good, like calming me down for some reason.  

 Why in the hell did I just run out of his house? This is ridiculous. I'm stupid and acting foolish over nothing. 

  I have to admit I was overthinking and overreacting. I do love his dirty mouth, it's somewhat of a turn-on for me, but I just hate he teases and tortures me. He's giving me off signals and I'm so confused- does he want me or not? That's what's frustrating and pissing me off. Usually, someone won't tease someone else unless they want you. Right?

   I began to weep and I'm crying again, like an idiot.

  "Sussianna?" I look up from the fountain to the man drawing close toward me, and I start to wipe away my tears with my fingers, so hopefully, he won't see me whimpering.

  "Sussianna, I didn't mean to offend you with my words, I was only teasing you. I didn't think anything of it when I said-"

  I cut him off and shake my head. "No, it's not that, Chris."

 "Then what is it?" He asks as he cautiously sits beside me, but still tries to keep his distance.

  Should I tell him the truth or lie? 

  I sigh. "Chris... It's just you have been confusing since the day we met. You're very unreadable, and I don't have a clue if you want us to be just friends."

  "Look Sussianna, I want to be more than just friends, but at the risk of hurting you, I don't know if I can do this."

  Why does he keep saying he will hurt me? What are you hiding from me, Chris?

  "Did you know that you have beautiful eyes," he says, changing the subject once again. I could say the same about him, his eyes are mesmerizing and most of the time very intense. "Do your eyes change color with how you feel, like your emotions? Because I've been noticing your eyes become green, to a blueish-green, to blue, and just like now, they're blue because you were crying. Am I right?" He says with confidence.

  Fuck! Does this man know everything about me?

  "I said stop rolling your eyes at me," he says low but still demanding.

  I look up from staring at the fountain to his eyes, with anger and a mix of despair, then slightly soften when our eyes meet. His eyes are intense like they always are, hiding hidden secrets, and then they have become a deep shade of dark blue, I assume it must be desire.

  Chris slides closer by my side, bringing his hand to my cheek, and starts to wipe away my tear with his thumb. He gently caresses my cheek and I gasp from his touch. 

  My hormones take over inside me and I can't resist him any longer. Instantly, I wrap my fist around Chris's shirt -technically, it's my dad's shirt, but he's the one who is wearing it now- and slam his lips into mine. When my lips are molded to his, I feel him catch his breath, and I know I took him by surprise and completely off guard, but I can't help it. I don't know what I'm doing and what I'm supposed to do next. All I want right now is for Chris to just kiss me, just one amazing kiss, that's all I want.

  Even though for my unforeseen actions, he doesn't put an end to kissing me. He really starts brushing his lips against mine. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I taste steak with a hint of peppermint again... Hmm, I love his peppermint scent and I've become so devoted to it.

  "Sussianna," he breathes into my mouth but doesn't stop our kiss. I know that he wants this to stop, but it seems he can't bring himself to do it, and neither can I.

  He immediately grabs my face with both of his hands, takes me closer into his mouth, and forces me to kiss him deeper. I kiss him back deeper, our tongues doing a lungful dance of their own- moving together as one. Desire courses through me like wildfire and I know this is wrong, but it feels so right. Ever since that night when he kissed me, my body wanted this- it craved, desired, and thirsted for this.

  I move my hands to his hair and I grip it with my fingers, so I can make him moan, as he did before when we first kissed. I loved that sexy sound of him moaning for me, and just then he gives me what I wanted him to do. He starts to groan into my mouth, which makes me moan, and with both mixed together, it makes for a heavenly sound. His hands move to my hips, where he had bruised me, but I can handle the pain because there's nothing more I want than him.

  He breaks our kiss, and I pout, but soon stop glooming as soon as he scoops me into his arms and carries me back to the house. I giggle at his sudden gesture. He opens the door and carries me all the way to his couch. He gently lays me down along with him.

  "Fuck, I don't think I can be just your friend. What are you doing to me, Sussianna?" He asks faintly, and smoothly massages his thumb over my cheek, then brings it to my lips.

  "I have no idea what I'm doing to you, Chris," I answer honestly when I bite the pad of his thumb.

  "Ouch," he gasps and quickly pulls away from my teeth.

  I don't know why I bit him. I guess I wanted to.

  "For a bold move as you just did now, I would punish you, and make you moan over and over again," he whispers, enticingly.

  Huh? Punish me? Punish me, how?

  With a puzzled look that's across my face, he chuckles and says, "Oh, sweetheart if you become mine, you'll see what I meant."

  I'm discombobulated, and before my mouth can connect to my brain, I say without delay, "I thought you said you don't date."

  He grins. "You're right, I don't date, but there are more ways of you becoming mine without dating."

  What the heck does he mean by that? I'm absolutely disoriented by this man.

  "You'll see what I mean soon enough," he says when his lips run across my ear, and then to my neck- sucking and licking my skin. I quiver with his subtle assault. 

  "Oh, Chris," I moan out.

  "Geez, I love it when you moan my name." He growls and his hands grip my thighs; my legs wrap around his waist, and he presses his erection into my groin. 

  "Do you feel me?" He asks when he begins circling his hips into me, right down there. A low moan escapes my mouth. "This is how you make me feel, and trust me it takes a lot more for me to get hard."

  I lost all train of thought. I'm entirely captivated by Chris and his dirty words. He's seductive and he takes what he wants, but I don't give a damn, because right now he can have me and I'm his for the taking.

  He continues his assault with his hot tongue, and trails a slow, defiant stroke on my neck, causing me to combust from him kissing my neck alone. My hands were at my side, but now are at his head and my fingers are buried into his thick hair. I inaugurate moving my hips and feel him growing under me. His erection is solid and I whimper as he pushes himself against me. Everything about him is perfect, and it's everything I can dream of.

  "Fuck Sussianna, don't move." He groans as he latches onto my thighs and stops me from moving. "Sorry, I love you doing that, but I'm going to come if you continue to move your body."  

  "Sorry," I say apologetically and look down.

  He cups my face and makes me look up at him. 

  "Don't be sorry, baby. I loved it. We should stop this..." He gazes down at me. "For now," he adds.

  "Why did you want to stop? Do you-"

   He cuts me off by crashing his lips against mine, and I'm back to where I want to be. He deepens his kiss, pushing onto my lips to the point of pain; I accept him into my mouth and his tongue invades my mouth, stroking with his heated tongue. He releases my lips, my head dropping onto the cushions of the sofa infuriation.

  "Don't pout Sussianna, we have time. We need to take this slow, okay," he sighs as I lift my body up with a frown. "Let's finish eating our steaks," he utters and moves away from me, leaving me wanting him more.

  I flop back onto the sofa; cover my hands over my face, and cry out to myself, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, SUSSIANNA?