He looked deep into her eyes. They were pleading, huge, beautiful pale green eyes. They searched his face for something, anything, prying words out of his soul through his own eyes. He knew he could no longer avoid it, and he pressed his lips down onto hers. A sigh of releif escaped her and she wrapped her arms around him passionately. "this is wrong..." he thought to himself... "I shouldn't be doing this..." but he couldn't stop. He ran his hands along her body and through her hair.. the skin quivering under his touch. god, she has an amazing body he could hear her breathing in his ears. She stopped kissing him for a moment, and slipped his hand under her shirt, and pulled him down again, kissing him hungrily. She had won. She always won. Her fingers entwined through his hair and she pulled, grasping it firmly between her fingers. he pulled his hand out from under her shirt and pulled away quickly. "i can't do this mel..." he said she was breathing hard "why not? we've gotten so far since last time" he sighed "there was no last time" "my point exactly" she smiled. "you owe this to yourself, Michael. you're deprived with her. she doesn't deserve you." she pulled his face closer to hers but he pulled away again. "you don't understand. I love her. I have never loved anyone like her before" her hand fell from where it had rested on his chest. she pulled some hair back that had fallen in her face. she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes Michael watched it, noting the delicate contours of her face. she was beautiful, he had to give her that. He had thought she was gorgeous from the first moment he saw her. He wanted her. But waht about Ally? She was beautiful too. He loved her with all his heart. She was his fiancee. He couldn't betray her like this. But Melanie was right. He had gotten nothing from her for so long... it was like she was afraid of intimacy. Kisses yes, but Michael wanted more. So much more. He had his chance here. But no, he couldn't... he shouldn't. He felt her hand on his chest and looked down into her eyes. They had changed. No longer gentle and pleading, but fiery and dominant. She smiled slyly at him and moved in closer. Michael couldn't draw his eyes from her chest as she breathed. The gentle rise and fall. Melanie slammed her lips into his and something else rose not so gently. She slid her hand down the front of his pants. He broke hte kiss and pulled away quickly, panting. He put his hand to his mouth and sighed. He walked towards the door quickly. Melanie put her arm out to catch him. "Michael. What is wrong? Why can't you just admit that you want this and give yourself a little treat?" she said, beginning to smile. He stopped and turned around. He smiled back at her and pulled her up in a quick kiss, stopping and letting her down just as quickly. He smiled agian. "I'm only going to lock the door."