<div class="floatright">(http://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/NFE_portrait/2012/02/spt_headshot.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Winston Church<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Corridor<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Xia<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>He felt her hands against his chest, wanting to push him away and yet felt her fingers curl within his shirt.  He was nothing if not confused even more.  He didn’t want to be away from her now, his own sense of smell sucked but while he was here this close to her, she smelled like burnt orange and jasmine to him a hint of cinnamon that screamed at him with a blaze of wanton desire.<br/><br/>“Xia there is no reason for you to be afraid for me.  I am willing to try and I won’t let you kill me, I will learn to help and accept you for you, but I can only ask for the same.  You want to push me away because of what?  Do you want to be with me?  How can I walk away, knowing I feel the same?  Is that fair to us…or what could be us?”  He lifted her chin to face him, realizing that was the very last thing he could have done as the fires of want suddenly blazed within him and she could see actual flames in his pupils if she looked.  I want….I need for you to give us a chance Xia a real chance for whatever this is between us?”  He said.<br/><br/>“Your past is just that.  Past.  Unless you would kill me in my sleep then I want…I honestly want to try can you do that for me?  Please.”  Everything in him wanted to taste those lips, to feel her body closer against him.  But he was fighting and he didn’t want to lose this battle.<br/>