T.J. pulled me off my chair and out the door, a wild look in his eyes. He walked me outside by the parking lot, then pushed me up against the wall and put his hands next to my face. He leaned into me and in an angry tone said, “I’m not lying about my love. I want your body, but I also want you to love me. I’m fighting myself every day to not take you to bed like I want to and prove that I love you.” With that, he kissed me, pressing his body against mine, pinning me to the wall. His rock hard body touching mine made me dizzy with passion. I couldn’t think straight. At that moment, I wanted him more than I wanted anything else in the world. A car door slammed, pulling us from our sexual haze.