Dean skimmed her fingers along the volumes of books in the shelf. She wasn’t really looking for anything in particular she just wanted to get away from Nicole. She picked up a book about photography and began flipping through the pages. Suddenly, she felt a hand run up her spine. Startled, she nearly dropped the book on her foot.
            “Oh, did I startle you?”

            She immediately knew who it was. Slowly, she turned. Nicole was smiling at her. A teasing glint in her eyes. “What do you want Nicole?”

            “Ah, the question is… What do you want?” Nicole said, deliberately licking her lips.

            Dean frowned. What the ***** has gotten into the girl? She shook her head. “Whatever…” she said, turning away.

            “Now, McLeod… Don’t tell me you’re not up to the challenge?”

            Dean turned again. “What challenge?”

            “I know you’ve been watching me…” Nicole said as she took a step nearer.

            Dean could feel the blood pounding in her ears as Nicole again licked her lips provocatively. She continued to come up until she was standing so close, Dean could smell the fragrance of her hair. The sweet, creamy vanilla…

            “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Nicole breathed, enjoying the pained look in the brown eyes. She stopped merely an inch from Dean. Then, she ran a hand up her arms.

            “My, you’re tense…” she chuckled. Suddenly, Dean’s hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” Nicole screeched.

            “I want to kiss you…” came the blunt reply.

            “Wh – Wha – at?” Nicole began to panic. Now, she regretted doing this. This is not right; the plan is to humiliate her… Not for her to kiss me! She began backing away

            “And I know you want to kiss me…” the lazy grin began to widened. She moved closer to her and Nicole’s back hit the wall. Dean planted her arms on each side of her. Trapping her right in the middle. Her hand slipped up to Nicole’s shoulder, her grip tightening as she drew closer to her.

            Nicole felt the searing impression of her fingers and shivered, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t want to kiss you…” she said unsteadily, confused and at the same time frightened by the emotions the brown eyes were arousing in her.