When we finally leave the dance floor, she takes me by the hand to a secluded corner. Her fingers play with the edge of my shirt, as if measuring each action before taking the next step. The desire between us was palpable, an electric current that bound us together.
"I like you," she whispers, with a playful smile.
"I like you too," I admit without hesitation.
We look at each other in silence, as if we were about to cross an invisible line. And then, without warning, her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, charged with everything that had been held back since the first moment we saw each other.
But suddenly, a yank pulls me away from my conquest and the furious face of my nemesis looks at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Get your hands off my woman!" The surprise leaves me speechless for a mo
