Katherine just about fell off her seat when the instructor walked in, she was expecting another teenager but instead there was Matthew standing up the...e in one of those green polo shirts. He looked good. No, he looked fabulous. His dark brown hair was just a little bit longer and shaggier than he used to keep it, giving him a casually disheveled look. His broad muscular frame moved with the same mixture of calm and purpose that she remembered. She hadn’t seen him in two years, but all of the. Nothing about love, caring, missing me, wanting me. Nothing said. But I could hear them. His intensity, his jealousy, his emotions were louder than any spoken word. These were dangerous waters. He was a dangerous man. But, he told me that all I heard was lies, that he was a hustler. But a hustler that remains unpredictable, untameable. Someone who values trust. Someone who demands loyalty. Someone who you will never be certain of. I didn’t want to love him. All my senses told me that it was. They sat awkwardly holding hands, not really sure of how each other felt and nervous of pushing things too far. Slowly, tentatively John put his arm around her waist and felt her melt into his embrace. Her head turn and their eyes met and slowly their lips met. They stayed like this, savouring the feel of each others lips, and the taste of each other for minutes that seemed like hours, before breaking apart and looking deep into each others eyes. Melissa was so happy. She moved her body into. “What are you?” she asked intensely. Dane raised an eyebrow. “For fuck’s sake, stop doing that!” she yelled with agitation. “Doing what?” he chuckled, avoiding the question. She sighed impatiently. “That eyebrow thing you do,” she explained, “it’s driving me fucking insane.” “We only met once prior to this,” said Dane. “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” her voice fell lower, “To be honest, I can’t stop thinking about you at all. What.