“Who are you and why are you holding me like this?” I asked the nameless stranger embracing me, so close I swore I could feel more than his warmth. I was trying my best to gather strength, but the stranger did not relinquish his hold, never looking away even though they were in a crowded night club. He never said his name. He tucked a loose curly stray hair behind my ear as he whispered my name. I opened my mouth to say something, but he whispered in again. “How strange such a pure innocent creature stumbling right into my arms. I could smell your innocence from across the room. Oh how I long to taste you.” He stated as his fingers possessively caressed my neck. What did he mean creature? Smell my innocences, did he mean that he knew I was untouched? How did his hold feel so perfect and I don’t know who he is. His lips were now an inch away as I took in his beautiful gray eyes and handsome features. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the tingling sensation his hands and fingers were eliciting, but something inside made me say “Then taste me!”