“We slowly went upstairs holding hands, and walked to my bedroom door. I saw the longing in his eyes. He kissed me softly, cupping my face in his hands.
“Angela, I’m all mixed up inside,” he said huskily. You know my background; my ‘home training’ is really pricking my conscious right now.” He kissed me again, “But I want you so much…” He kissed my neck, and murmured again, “so much…” against the hollow of my throat.
Abruptly, he pressed me against the wall, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe. His lips crushed mine roughly, almost cruelly, as his hands started to caress my body. I pulled away slightly and looked into his eyes. I was no longer with Dare, the sweet, shy guy who couldn’t drive one-handed. I was with DARRYL, the whirlwind, the dynamo, and all that passion and power, instead of being diverted into a song, or a dance step, was instead directed at me. He took possession of my lips yet again.”