I can feel his eyes on my face, I glance round and see him mimicking me, biting his bottom lip, I smile sheepishly and look down at the crumpled bag i... my lap. My eyes return to the screen as I feel a warm glow in my cheeks that I’m glad he can’t see. We both reach into the bag at the same time, his hand lingers before his fingertips tickle the palm of my hand as he withdraws it. I nibble on the corn, licking the stickiness off my fingers before replacing my arm back on the arm rest between us.. Now Zoë had to answer questions."No I've never met the president," No I know nothing about that." Yes, yes I would like to leave, so would my husband."The smaller man suddenly interrupted with his own question.There was a pause from the bemused couple."What?" She replied.Zoë thought she miss heard, "I don't..."He repeated, enunciating clearly."Are you a bitch?"Zoë looked at her husband her feet a little fidgety as she stood in her heels."Please we just..." She added trying to negotiate."You. I kissed him back and it was a deep, longing kiss, his big, thick lips almost devouring mine. I didn't know I was this horny until Darius entered the kitchen.I had a split second of consciousness and pulled away from him."We can't." I pleaded, but it was not very believable. "I'm dating H, I can't do this."He gripped me tight, "Yes you can, yes you can." he whispered. "I see how you look at me, I see it." And he kissed me once more, long and deep.I tried one more feeble attempt at pulling away. I started to speak."Okay, you're right. It's not Jenny though; it's the name. It reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. She'd been hurt - badly - and I'd tried to help her. At first I thought I'd been successful, but then I found out that I'd hardly scratched the surface of it. I failed her, Kate." Unexpectedly I started to cry, the raw emotion that I'd thought that I'd buried a decade or so ago rushing back with a vengeance. It was this, rather than any dissembling on my part, that.