She continues to kiss him, a thrill running through her as he touches her neck, echoing what she is giving him.<br/>After what felt like an eternity, so lost she was in that kiss, she pulled away from him, her face flushed and eyes dark with lust, but tinged with a hint of confusion, perhaps even aprehension.<br/><br/>She looked into his, not sure what she wanted to see or find, almost afraid to see it.<br/><br/>He somehow tasted 'different' how she didn't know, she wasn't even sure that she cared, but something somewhere told her that she shouldn't be there with him, shouldn't have spoken to him, that she should have carried on past that bar.<br/>So she looked trying to find out what it was, trying to see what he was trying to hide.....