PASSION

       Ethan has a way of making that meeting of lips always seem like the first time to her. He had kissed her more than once but each time he takes her lips, she always have that burning sensation, that chills, that electricity running through her whole vein, those thousands of butterflies flocking in her abdomen and making her all watery knees. 

         She knew that she was not supposed to do this, this was wrong in all ramifications. She had made friends with the woman that this man is dating. She wasn't even desperate, so why could she pull away? This time around, she was not drunk nor tipsy there was no excuse or justification. But instead of stopping this, instead of coming to her common taste, she kissed him back, hungrily, yearning and let out a low, soft moan when he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pressing her against him, the other hand still raised and holding the bottle. 

      Then her hand started fumbling with his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, a new need surging through her 

 This was beyond kissing. He finally lowered his hand that held the bottle, tossed it to the couch and used his hand to cup her cheek. He kissed her more passionately, hungrily and like he wanted to devour her. She shuddered when he traced the line on her back with his fingers, making her moan. That acting sent sparks flying into her bloodstream and she became all watery knees and had to wreath her arms around his neck to be able to keep standing. 

       Then he left her lips and started kissing her neck and she closed her eyes, relishing the moment, pressing him to her, wanting that body to body contact. She let out a moan with each sensual kiss he left on her bare skin, that particular catches fire and makes her want to tear him, tear off all those clothes that were slowing down things. She was attracted to him and had tried her best to avoid him, but he keeps coming and she was just a mere human and wouldn't always be in control of things. 

       But this time around, things were in control of her, all her senses were lost in the flood of passion that was gushing through both of them. As he went down and kissed her cleavages, she moaned and opened her mouth, drinking in his scent and grabbing his hair from the back. Then the door flung open, her eyes opened with the door. 

       Charlotte stood by the door and Faith's eyes grew wide and she froze, her eyes looking straight into Charlotte's eyes. She didn't even find her voice to tell him to stop. 

       "What is going on here?" Charlotte asked. 

     Ethan stopped and looked back. His eyes dilated and his jaw dropped.   "Charlotte!" 

        Charlotte went back and closed the door, Ethan went after her. Faith felt like a slut. She stood there not knowing what to do. She slumped on the chair and held her head. What just happened? She had betrayed Charlotte, that was what happened. She slapped her face and slapped it again even harder, but it didn't take that feeling a way from her.