Holding Greta by the hand, Jimmy gently tugged her up a narrow staircase, to a small room on the second floor. It was sparsely furnished with an ancient, scarred desk and one wooden chair. “My old office,” he explained. “I wanted to be alone with you, before the party begins.”
She turned to say something, but the thought was immediately chased away by what she saw, hidden within the chocolatey depths of his eyes. A smoldering passion burned away every one of Greta’s thoughts. It was pure, unbridled lust, but there was something different in him, different from him. She shook her head. No, not today, do not think of him today!
himNo, not today, do not think of him today!“Greta.” She loved how he said her name, drawing out every letter along his tongue, savoring each syllable. “Kiss me, Gr
