TWENTY-TWO
Dark – Mike – Chris – Kiss – No – Beautiful – Bastard
He caught me around the waist before I could move away. My terror rose, not knowing what he was going to do. I couldn't move my arms – they tingled painfully from whatever hold Mike had locked them in.
"You could start with a kiss. Even I did," Mike derided.
Chris pulled me closer, holding me tighter, and I couldn't struggle.
His hands were gentler than Mike's, nervous and uncertain. Aloud, he whispered, again, "I'm not going to hurt you." Begging me to believe him.
One arm a steel band around my waist, with his other hand he gently cupped my face. The heel of his hand under my chin, his fingers curved up around my cheek. "Forgive me," he breathed, his face so close to mine I could feel the heat of his breath on my lip
