A Taste of Spring

The windows to his soul said so much but what overpowered it all was the vulnerability she saw. But what was she to do? She slept with a man she wasn't supposed to, on a job that wasn't hers. "No, I..." Spring stumbled over several things to say before settling on repeating, "No."

"Then why would you run off like you did?" Dez closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, they seemed different. It was almost as if he prepared and steeled himself for an unkind response.

"I just..." Heat crept up her neck. At a loss and not wanting to make a scene, Spring took Dez by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor. She looked around for Summer before she stopped in a quiet corner. Turning to face him, she said, "I will explain but I have to find my sister first." She stared at him then broke eye contact to look around him to the expanse of the room for her sister. "Can you give me that?"

"Is something wrong, Anna?" Dez took hold of her other hand and held both in his hands. His expression was one of concern.

Wow, Spring thought as she looked into his caring smoky gray eyes. She slept with him then ran away but instead of being angry, he was actually worried for her. "Yes...well, no, but I need to talk to my sister before I can give you an explanation." She sighed, waiting for his answer.

Dezmond nodded. "I'll be waiting here."

"Thank you," she said then forced a nervous smile.

lips to his. Dez pulled her closer and pushed his tongue inside her mouth and backed her against the wall. The chill from the wall on her bare skin

kiss slowly as Spring's lips continued to move and her fingers grasped for purchase. When he gave her hips a tiny jolt, she opened her

flushed with color as she peered into his eyes. "I didn't mean to. I'm...I'll be back," she breathed, rushing

to her lips as she sped away. Dez branded her again. Made her crazy with lust as it enveloped

(How?)

man she barely knew affect her in such a way?

(Why?)

quickly through the crowd. She combed over the guests' faces, looking left then right for Summer. What she didn't do was look back. She couldn't. Dezmond had such a pull on her. So much of a pull that

Dez. (What is wrong with me?) The thought was circling in Spring's mind when she felt a hand firmly grab hold of her upper arm. Instinctively, she tried to jerk away. When she looked over at the man who was

man told her. "I'm Dezmond's friend.

relaxed a little but kept her arm that he held tense

a sitting area. When he let her arm free inside the room, he closed and locked the door behind him. Spring looked around the room, taking note that