Shelly thought for another moment, before turning to face him. She almost brushed against his face lightly. “Yes.” She simply said. She wanted to feel that life again. The one she hoped to have, before she lost her mother. She had the sudden feeling that only he will be able to give her that. A noise shattered her thoughts. It came from the kitchen; it was the noise of a broken glass. “Looks like your compulsion, fade off!” She taunted, pointing the angry arguments.
“That’s the only problem for hot stuff like me. Women can’t live without that sight of me!” His voice sounded like a whispered but filled with pride. “Can you deny that?” He challenged. A strange amused casted in his eyes, as if he wanted to tempt her. Of course that’s what he wanted! He wanted to play with her. He knew that
