An excuse, because she couldn't begin to explain why she had. You did need a reason. Maybe not for just any kiss, when drunk or with a partner or under the mistletoe, but you needed a reason to kiss a man who was undeniably evil.
And she didn't have one. What did that mean?
Sure, he was attractive. Charismatic, too. So was Ted Bundy.
Run, her brain insisted. Take the key, stand up, get the fuck out of here. Instead, she remained on her knees, feeling the coolness of the key and the warmth of his palm and wondering if she really had gone completely, totally insane.
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An excuse, because she couldn't begin to explain why she had. You did need a reason. Maybe not for just any kiss, when drunk or with a partner or under the mistletoe, but you needed a reason to kiss a man who was undeniably evil.
And she didn't have one. What did that mean?
Sure, he was attractive. Charismatic, too. So was Ted Bundy.
Run, her brain insisted. Take the key, stand up, get the fuck out of here. Instead, she remained on her knees, feeling the coolness of the key and the warmth of his palm and wondering if she really had gone completely, totally insane.