"Questions?" I asked with some shock and curiosity. What was the hot hunk doing here with the strong, dreamy…..WAIT! What am I thinking? I can NOT and will not and never shall fall for this dead window pane with out even the slightest emotion.
"Yes questions, idiot," he said under his breath, "let's go in. Now."
I reluctantly let him in. We sat on the couch in my small living room.
"First, where are you from?"
"That's my business not yours." I replied with some anger.
"So you're hiding something?"
"No, you just are being rude and asking me personal things."
"And?"
"I don't even know you."
"So you want to know me better?"
"Yes. Wait no, yes but no, AHHH" he's good with these mind tricks. Those are NOT my specialty. I'm the force, not the questioner.
"Look, I know your way above everyone else in power level. I can sense it. You live to kill. So do I." He told me with a slight smirk to my shocked face.
"You came all the way over here to give me some speech that you are basically showing all your oh so mushy feelings," I said with sarcasm. "Well then," I purred, "why don't you tell me all about it?" I inched closer to him. He had a look of discomfort that quickly molded into, yet another, smirk.
"If I had those little feelings you speak of," he said moving closer to me, "this would happen." He moved closer and grabbed my face.
"WHAAAA??" I said as he suddenly kissed me roughly. I tried to push him off but couldn't. He tasted sweet yet dangerous. Just as I started to melt into the kiss he pulled away.
"That's what I mean, but you don't seem to want that," he said with a little smile and disappeared leaving a very shocked and heart melted assasian.