The night was dark, after returning from the Homecoming party, as a shivering Grace looked at her gown, shining in the dark, golden hairs falling over her shoulders, her mesmerising beauty at that moment could not allow any male to withstand his emotions of falling in love with her, let alone her boyfriend of two years, with whom she was madly in love with...
Yet she was different, in the sense, she had the abilities to control herself, fearing men, emotions that might cause her harm, and as night crept in, she became more cautious of the situation. Alone with a man, late at night, she regretted coming from the ball so late.
"Love is quite stupid, you seem to forget bout your safety! Damn this love! Makes us crazy. How the hell did I manage to forget bout the time? Alone at home, mom would be waiting!" she thought as she carefully got into his car, afraid. She did believe him, yet could never believe desires, which had the amazing abilities to turn a decent gentleman into a savage beast. She feared love, and attraction, though in love, even after being promised by him that he wouldn't touch her till they get married.
She crept in, by his side, as he touched her hand. She realised how time flied by, and it was finally time to bid goodbye, as she was going to another part of the world, another continent to study, and he would go somewhere else. Weird, how maybe they won't even be in contact, yet love never listens.
She held his hand, as he moved closer, towards her lips, pulling them in his, kissing them gently.
She was taken aback.
"Mac!"
"For once, feel the reality, we're gonna be separated. No chance I would leave you today." He said, as he held her arms, his hands reaching her waist, gently touching her stomach. She hated this, she felt she had to give in to his desires, she was madly in love. Yet she loved her mom too, who never wanted to see her girl in this way, who never wanted her to choose a man who would use her, or take advantages or bodily pleasures out of her, and that was the reason, her mother told, she didn't allow her to meet Mac.
She felt she was right. Mac was a wrong choice. Yet love never listens.
Mac continued to kiss her lips, taking her tongue in his mouth, caressing her breasts, she slowly felt love. She couldn't stop. Same with him, as he continued making out with her. His gentleness secretly admired by her, as he finally withdrew himself.
"It's getting late. Lemme drop you home. Hope our love remains unchanged no matter how distance separates. Hope we're not meeting for the last time." He said, starting his car.
Grace wanted him now, but he cared, as he dropped her home.
"He wasn't a wrong choice. Mom! You were wrong." she thought as she bid a final adieu to him.
