Start of a love story - or maybe the middle

Just screwing around with some writing. That's all...


"I didn't know you cared so much" she declared, the sarcasm dripping off of every word. Her blond hair fell in long layers, framing her classically beautiful face. Her lips held traces of the ruby red lipstick applied much earlier in the day. She rolled her eyes when she spoke to him, conveying nothing but contempt for him.

"You know Dana," he said, the frustration evident in his voice, "you make it impossible to care. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you experience is so laden with drama that I lose track of what is real and what is manufactured. When is the last time you actually felt something real?"

She stared at him hard. If a look could reach into a man's soul and tear it in half, the look she gave him certainly would have. She took a step closer to him, intending to slap him in the face. No man talks to her like that, and if they do, they're going to find out what Dana Stander was made of!

As she swung her hand forward, he grabbed her by the wrist. His grip was strong and purposeful. He wanted her to know that he was not the average joe who was going to allow her to treat him like dirt and get away with it. He forced her hand down behind her back and quickly grabbed the other before she could even think of raising it to him.

He pulled her close to him. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her cheek. She wondered if he would kiss her and what it would be like if he did. Would she enjoy it? Would she FEEL it? Could he feel the rise and fall of her chest as she took shallow rapid breaths in anticipation of the kiss that she was expecting? Could he tell how fast her heart was beating? Did he realize this was excitement in her and not fear?

As he leaned in closer, she felt his breath burn a path across her cheek, towards her neck. And then it happened. It was so swift and quick and she didn't even have time to react. Just as quickly as it happened, he was gone.

For the first time in ages, she felt something. Was it fear? As she wondered this, other thoughts crept into her mind before the panic set in.

He was powerful, there was not doubt about that. He had brought her to her knees in an instant and then left her there, alone and helpless, wondering if there was any hope for her. Would they be able to reattach her ear if she made it to the hospital in time?