His kisses were like fire, heady and sweet, and her hands seemed to naturally fall down the front of his shirt as she undid the buttons, one by one, until she had reached the bottom. Her fingers peeled the shirt apart, pushing them down his shoulders. Her palms grazed his skin, and she was startled as she received a static shock upon the contact.

But it was more than enough.

Kira wrenched her lips away from his desperate and needy kisses and took two steps backward, examining the situation while gently cradling her shocked hand in the other.

He stood before her, the expression on his face a mélange of dark lust and utter confusion. His lips were red and pursued, slightly swollen from the consuming kisses they had exchanged. His hair was disheveled, from when she had run her hands savagely through it. Slowly slipping down his arms, his unbuttoned dress shirt was seemingly forgotten by its owner as he continued to focus on her.

"This is all because you just want me to prove a point to Trent."

Her words deflated his hopes, as his heart – which had been flying high – lost altitude, still flying, but much closer to the ground. His hazel eyes bore a hole into her, trying to find the girl who had just been returning his fervent kisses moments before. He searched and searched, but she was nowhere to be found.

It hadn't been enough.

Conner stepped forward, reaching out to touch her, to remind her of what had just occurred; he couldn't be the only one who believed in them. It would be too lonely if it that were the truth.

She took a step back for every step he took forward. She shied away from his touch. Busying herself, she tried to arrange her long wavy locks so that they were presentable and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothing. She so was insistent on erasing what had happened physically, and mentally as well, she refused to look him in the eye.

"What point? That you don't love him, and you love me?"

"Then why am I here, Conner?"

"Because I was too chicken to stop you before."

"And finally you chose now?"

"It was my last chance."

"And now what?"

"And now you leave Trent and be with me?"

Kira shook her head, running her hands down the white silk of her simple dress. She turned to a nearby chair and picked up his black jacket, tossing it gently in his direction.

"I think maybe I could've loved you, if you'd spoken sooner. But I love Trent, and that hasn't changed."

She smiled sadly at him, and moved to open the door. She motioned for him to leave, and he solemnly complied.

As he passed through the doorway, Conner McKnight's heart came crashing to the ground when just minutes before he had been flying high.

The End.