Boma was left with no choice other than to endure the intimate moment. Endurance slowly gave way to weakness and acceptance.
From acceptance, tiny jolts of desire began to spring forth as his lips kept caressing hers and his hands began to softly glide over her back. He broke the kiss instantly and stared into her lightly dazed eyes. Then he smirked at her and took her hands gently in his. She was still staring at him, surprised by the sudden truncation.
"You don't want my touch in the first place, so breaking it off unexpectedly is kind of my revenge."
Boma felt conflicted about his actions. On one hand, she was drawn to him as the sensual feelings he stirred began to overwhelm her. On the other hand, she was grateful for the interruption. She knew she shouldn't enjoy his touch—that wa
