Josh's POV

The time has stopped. As I kiss this exotic woman in my arms, it seems like I existed at this moment and nowhere else. Her sweet taste in my mouth is more addictive than cocaine. If I could just have it all, if I could own this sweetness, it would make my life. I don't think I ever will need cigarettes, or alcohol to get me high. This moment with Mey was the epitome of pleasure, pure pleasure. If only we could stay here forever, at this moment with each other.

After long moments, we break apart reluctantly, connected with our foreheads. I close my eyes and hear her breathing coming to normal, her flowery scent feels my nostrils in a heavenly feeling. I am completely undone with her kiss, nobody I had ever kissed came even close to this kiss. She is unbelievably sweet. That is all I can describe her. Her warm body is pressed to my side, awakening my lustful side. And not the side where I know only a night with her I can be over her. Oh, no. I am very sure that I would not be able to get enough of her.

"Josh?" Samaira says.

"Hmm?" I respond still clutching her hands and leaning my forehead over hers.

"Thank you," she mumbles.

"Thank you?" I break our contact and look into her big brown eyes.

Her face masks with confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I am not sure," I accept. "I should be grateful to you to have kissed me. If you would have denied me, I don't know how I would have stopped myself."

"I am..." she murmurs, her brows formed a V between her eyes. "You made me feel wanted."

I look at her curiously. She is a beautiful woman with her personality so strong that it is impossible not to notice. It's very obvious that she is attractive. Even now when she is pinching her eyebrows, the lines on her forehead deepening.

"You won't understand, Josh," she faces away, and stands up.

I follow and stand with her back on me. "You don't think you are attractive?" I chuckle. I just cannot help it.

She lowers her head and crosses her arms before her breasts like she is cold all of a sudden.

"Jesus, Samaira. You are beautiful, smart and sexy!" I say with the emphasis on every word. Before I can stop myself, I step ahead and take her into a comforting embrace with her back on me. Her head leans back and rests on my chest. My arms encircling hers as my heart swells. A sigh left my lungs and I close my eyes to relish her warmness around me.

My head dips into the crook of her neck on its accord and kisses the buttery skin. I slowly pull her sleeve down and her shawl aside to expose the caramel glow of her skin. How can I refuse myself to this treatment? Her skin beckons me like an ant to sugar. It was such a primal urge that I simply bent lower and kissed the line from the top of her shoulders to the underside of her ear.

She finally faced me, her eyes dazed and that of a sexual lioness. Her eyes so fierce that I wanted nothing more than to take her at that moment, in this forest in the middle of nowhere. 

"We should get back," she murmurs, breaking the contact.

"I want to stay right here," I counter and turn her to face me.

She smiles and take my hand in hers and pull me in the direction of the house. "We should get back, it's late."

I follow her deciding not to press my luck with her. There is still time for all the things we can share together. Right now, I am grinning to my good stars. I want more than few kisses with her, that's for sure.

She says mute all the way back to the Wilson house. The only comfort she offers me was the hand pressed against mine. The silence is filled with anticipation what is to come of this night. I breathe in the night air, as the sight of the Wilson house, beckons.

The wheels are in motion. I decide not to waste another second of staying away from Mey. For that, I need to convince her that we should spend the night together as well. I am hoping for more. But I will be happy with what can I have from her.

Just as we set foot on the pathway leading to the manor, Samaira stopped in her tracks. I look quizzically at her and then follow her horrified gaze. A man about my age is pacing on the front porch of the manor. He is tall and has curly hair crowning his head. The green and purple striped shirt highlighted in the light above him. From the initial surprise of a minute or so, I realize Samaira has loosened the hold of my hand and pulls her shawl tight around her.

"Mey?" I ask, concerned.

From the look on her face and the fact that she didn't respond to my call, I conclude that the man is not a good news. Her eyes never leave the man, nor does her planted feet.

"Samaira? Who is he?" I touch her shoulder.

This time, she responds with a strained smile. "Trouble," she whispers.