Mirza sighs, a flicker of hurt appearing in his eyes. “ I don’t blame you for not trusting me. But when you first joined Elite, you were just the new girl. And now, you’re … “
“ I’m… no longer the target? “
“ Never the target. Not that kind of target “
“ Right, right. Protection. I get it “
Mirza reaches out and grasps her hand. “ Can I kiss you? “
She nods in consent. He leans down and presses his lips to hers. This time, his hand goes straight to the hem of her dress. “ Kirania, I can’t stand this anymore. I need you. I need to have you. All of you “
As she both suck face, his hand slowly inches up her dress. “ Mmm.. Mirza… “ she hears something faint in the distance. She mumbles between kisses.
“ Do you… do you hear that? “
“ Shh. They won’t see us “ the sirens get louder and lo
