Marrying the Enemy
A shout from one of Robert's co-workers made the man smile widely.
"No, stop it," whispered Rose, trembling.
She didn't want his lips to stick to her's again. Rose was afraid that the warmth that was transmitted would dispel the hatred she had cultivated for so long. Rose kept muttering in her heart, if Robert was an antagonist, an enemy she had to punish for life.
"Why, Rose, are you afraid I'll make you fall in love?" Robert's soft whisper in her ear made Rose's hair stand on end.
The man returned without permission to put his lips gently on Rose's. He rubbed gently, while holding Rose's back. Robert ignored the pain from Rose's grip on his shoulder.
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