DON'T TOUCH ME!

That's what you said as I cornered you in your dwelling. It was intoxicating watching you tremble under me. Your back flattened against the wall as you put as much space between us as you could. You attempted to take advantage of your shorter height and duck under my arm to get away, but all I had to do was punch the wall by your head and you were again under my control. I could feel your quick, warm breaths on my chest. I wanted to look in your pretty blue eyes. To relish in your fear. As my hand moved to cup your chin, you screamed those words as a final, panicked defiance. Because any accidental touch... any brush against me... no matter how light...

Meant fusion.