His hand grasped her arm. “I wanna talk now, Annie.”
His hand touched her shoulder. “Okay.” It was all she could achieve.
His hand was on her neck. She felt a fire she had learned to bear.
His hand was in her hair.She couldn’t think of anything at all.
His hand was on her face. She didn’t have anymore grace.
His lips were on hers. She found a passion that was theirs.
Her teeth nipped his lip. He found he couldn’t quit.
Her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands found her waist.
What they had- what they have. It’s their secret embrace.