Desmond finished his statement and pushed her in then reversed their position, pinning her to the door. The bag in her hand slid to the floor alongside the flowers.
"I don't like how you said 'big'. It gives me wrong impressions." His voice was a murmur which tickled her earlobes. He moved his thumb and drew a feathery touch down her cheek.
"Please stop," Summer begged and stepped back until her back almost broke through the door. "Don't arouse me knowing we can do nothing."
"Well, we can." He smiled and moved closer to her, satisfied that she had nowhere to run to. He placed his palms on both sides of her head, firmly blocking all exits with his bulky arms.
"We shouldn't." The reply came out as shaky and disoriented as Summer's nerves. She could already feel the walls of her self-
