"Kiss me." She said.
Drexton slowly slipped his hand out of his pocket. Their gaze, more intense than ever. The moonlight shone brightly on them as their gaze burned.
Ixora stared back. She had no idea why she had asked. He was her enemy, her tormentor.
Maybe she wanted to forget it all, his torments and his games. Maybe she wanted to feel something else aside from the killing... something more human that even her body was asking for.
She took another step closer, their bodies a few inches away.
"Kiss me," she repeated, louder than the first, as if he didn't hear her.
He took a step closer. Their bodies came in contact, closing the space between them.
His hand belted her neck, her back hitting the car as he crashed his lips on her.
She slammed her palms on the car, balancing on h
