Their hurried breaths entwined with each other, melting into the thick night.
Rain fell behind them, a torrential downpour.
Under the dim eaves, only their breaths mingled lingeringly.
Sylvan Cheney seemed unwilling to let Jasmine Yale go; even as she whimpered softly, gasping for air, he didn't release her.
This kiss was more intense than any before.
Jasmine Yale was like a fragile kitten, pinned beneath him, unable to move.
The kiss was long and unending.
For a long time, like a century, he finally let her go.
His lips were filled with Jasmine Yale's breath as he gazed at her, eyes deep, lips pressed tight.
He watched her, continuously.
Jasmine Yale's lips were imbued with his breath, her eyes layered with both confusion and anger. She raised her hand, about to slap him.
Sylvan Cheney caught her wrist, holding her down.
"Sylvan Cheney, you madman! What do you take me for? You never respect me, never consider my thoughts. You kissing me only makes me feel disgusted."
