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.

his frosty stare, I'm scared

the place, but

still can't help being

His gaze becomes frostier.

swallow and dart a tentative look at

Frances reaches out his hand towards me and tears my

as my smooth skin is exposed to the

more frightened

the familiar glitter in

That's...lust.

don't... don't

I'm

at me, he's getting

reaches out his hand towards my back

subconsciously cover my chest and keep shaking my

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

for those who are in

humiliation for

can't stand him doing it to me when

he really is an

me in his arms and directly