Hannah walked in the moonlight stopping to lean on the railing and gaze out at the dark ocean. She had just finished dinner and decided to head on back to her room. Todd had wanted to go dancing, but she told him she was too tired and to go on ahead she would see him tomorrow. The cool night breeze caressed her skin and she closed her eyes. It felt so wonderful out here.

Mark walked up behind her; she looked so beautiful standing in the moonlight. She had on a black spaghetti strap dress with low black heels. Her hair hung in waves around her shoulders the breeze blowing it softly.

"You seem to be getting mighty popular." Mark said.

Hannah turned around to see Mark standing there.

She just shrugged and started to turn back around but Mark caught her and held her gently in place. He reached down and slid her glasses off her face and slipped them in her purse. He took her purse and laid it on a chair.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked quietly.

Mark pulled her close and lowered his mouth to her ear.

"I'm going to kiss ya." Mark whispered.

Mark lowered his mouth to cover hers. He gently moved his lips over hers in the gentlest of kisses; he then slid his tongue over her lips.

Mark pulled back a bit.

"Just what I thought, ya taste like a strawberry, ripe for picking." Mark whispered.

Hannah blushed.

Mark stroked her warm cheek with his finger feeling the heat in them.

"I want ya to open yer mouth baby, I want to taste all of ya." Mark said.

Mark pressed his lips to hers once more and her lips parted for his probing tongue. Hannah moaned as he slid his tongue in to explore her warm mouth. Hannah reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Mark lifted her up to his level and continued his tender assault on her mouth. Hannah stroked his hair on the back of his neck as he kissed her; she was lost of the sensation of touching and tasting him. Hannah shyly pushed her tongue forward to touch his and Mark moaned. He slowly pulled back and kissed her on her forehead and set her back on her feet.

Hannah grabbed his forearms to keep from falling, her legs felt like they were made of Jell-O. Mark pulled her against him and stroked her back.

Finally Hannah got back the power of speech.

"I thought you were mad at me." Hannah said lying against his chest.

"I was, but you apologized, and I accept yer apology, as long as you realize I don't put up with dishonesty especially not from my woman, so it best not happen again." Mark said.

His words were like throwing cold water on a cat.

Hannah jerked away from him.

"Your woman, it better not happen again, just who do you think you are mister, one kiss doesn't make me anybody's woman, no body owns me or tells me what to do." Hannah said with her hands on her hips.

Mark frowned.

"What happened to ya girl, ya used to be so sweet." Mark said.

"You men I used to be a doormat and those days are over. I finally realized I'm tired of people running over me, I started coming to my senses when I moved out of my fathers home four years ago, I decided then I was going to do things my way, I changed a long time ago Mark from that 12 year old little girl you knew, you just hadn't taken the time to notice, so lets get this clear Mark, I'm my own woman and I don't belong to anyone and I don't like people threatening me either, so don't treat me like I'm a child." Hannah said. She snatched up her purse and turned and left.

"Damn female." Mark muttered under his breath.

Hell he told her he forgave her; she acted like he insulted her. Women were confusing as hell. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered the kiss though. God she had blown him away. She was so sweet and responsive to his touch. He'd let her cool off tonight and go talk to her tomorrow. She would be back to her sweet self by then and realize she had overreacted.

Hannah slammed into her room and threw her purse down. She pulled off the dress and plopped down on the bed.

"Insufferable man." She muttered.

Hannah had been pushed around her whole life by her family and when she moved out she swore no one would ever bully or boss her again, she was in charge of her own life. Heck if she was going to let some man bully her and treat her like a child, not even if the man was Mark Callaway, possibly the best kisser on the planet. She smiled a little as she thought of his kiss, it had melted her into a puddle, still she wasn't going to let him just mow over her. His woman indeed, Mark Callaway had a thing or two to learn about her that was for sure.