By: Elizabeth Knight The table cover went flying up, and Kyle used the hold he had on her hair to drag her out from under the table. She glared at him and he smiled. "It's not what you think."
"What do you mean it's not what I think?"
"It's obvious you're jealous, and although I like it that you're so possessive of me...."
"Possessive? I'm not possessive. She can have you." Bra spat.
Kyle shook her hard and pulled her up against him. "Really? What is it that you're so willing to let her have? This?" His mouth came down hard upon her own, but her lips parted for him against her will......Her breaths were coming in short pants, and she was shamelessly clinging to him. "I don't call that the reaction of a woman who wants to give up what she already has, Bra."