In My Desperate Time

My heart is beating hard.

It's been quite long since our last kiss. I feel so dizzy that I can hardly think.

The air in my lungs is reducing, but I can start to think.

I push Frances away and frown, "Frances, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?"

His kiss used to be sweet and warm to me.

But it's different now.

He's already been with Hilda. How could I be so intimate with a man who's already had a beloved?

He followed the impulse to kiss me, which I don't want.

I didn't expect that Frances would become such a casual guy.

If he can kiss me when Hilda and he are married, then he'll kiss any other woman.

I don't like what I'm seeing.

I wipe my mouth hard with a look of disgust.

I do feel sick.

intimacies that don't come out of

Frances’ gaze becomes sharp.

I'm scared and

wanna escape from the place, but I

still can't help being scared when facing

His gaze becomes frostier.

a tentative look

I can finish my sentence, Frances reaches out his

shudder as my smooth skin is exposed to

I feel more

clearly sense the familiar glitter in Frances’

That's...lust.

don't... don't

step back as I'm

sneer at me, he's getting

his hand towards my back and unbuttons

subconsciously cover my chest and keep shaking

"Don't ... please... don't."

sweet for those who are

it means humiliation

it to me when

really is an embarrassment

rejection, he carries me in his arms and