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.

think all the intimacies that don't come out of love are

Frances’ gaze becomes sharp.

stare, I'm scared and

from the place, but

but I still can't help

His gaze becomes frostier.

dart a tentative look

finish my sentence, Frances reaches out his hand towards me and tears my clothes

shudder as my smooth skin is exposed to the

more frightened

sense the familiar glitter in

That's...lust.

don't do

back as I'm saying it to

me, he's getting

his hand towards

my chest and keep shaking

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

for those who

means humiliation for

me when he doesn't have a thing for me

really is

me in his