Edge of Desire

f he was going to sit down before I

om the hanging lamp overhead fell on his face, and

up, revealing his wheat skin. He had thin lips and a straight, high nose. But the most remarkable thing about his face were his eyes, which were

and noble type, ' Violent thought to he

woman. It was the first time during his thirty-two years of existence that he had done someth

playing the game as

a great grandson. Being the eldest of his brothers, Terenc

up the women he was supposed to meet. It was for this reason his grandmother had sent Annus along with h

Everyone in that coffee shop was either wearing an expensive suit or dress. Me

esh. There wasn't an ounce of makeup on her face, although her skin flushed wit

with earlier, despite being all dressed

as young as she really looked like. Because they were seated close to e

. The balding man was so noisy and arrogant.

And then, at a sudden turn of events, Violet snapped bac

ter, ' Terence thou

what he wanted. The way Violet had acted at the cafe made him think how much the two of them were alike. He

w her, Terence had made up his mind

women he had dated in the past. There was something so mesme

wine do you li

y, a seductive smile

, Violet shrugge

n sitting beside her, who offered to buy her drinks. It seemed too good to pass up on. Besides, dr

rst time she had something to drink was when she was just a child. Her

he was free, she would drink with her father at home. But during the few times Viol

n't resist the temptation of going all out. It had been

ottles of red wine and a glass of hard l

umped over the table, a devious smile crept up his face. Aft

whole face flushed. There was hair plastered on her forehead with sweat. Her charmin

at the entrance, waiting with the car. "Sir..."

he vi

as he gently led V

t, but figured it was best

our grandma

tly re

er the

, Terence got inside th

nose. 'Jeez. I hope to God hi

uor she drank made her take off her coat. There was nothing else she could think abo

a subtle flush to it, making h

o hot...

squirming ligh

et was acting. The sight of such a dainty

and carefully wiped the

hen her face touched Terence's cold hand, she co

, as if he were handling the most precious of t

s voice low like a purr, "

choed in Violet's thoughts like

dreaming? Is this all just a dream? Or a nightmare? I can't tell an

look quiet and peaceful. The stars twinkled overhead, like a thousand fairies blinking

xt mor

n over by a car several times. She tried opening her eyes, but it made her headache ev