It was late on Friday night, Jasmine waved goodbye to everyone before she exited from the back door of the restaurant.
She had taken no more than a few steps in the direction of the bridge when she saw Rowan in the shadows leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette watching her interestedly.
Being this close to him made her heart beat erratically as her mind wandered to their steamy encounter in the cool room several weeks ago - she urgently quickened her pace without a backwards glance. Unbeknownst to Jasmine, Rowan had tossed his cigarette to the ground and had silently walked up right behind her.
Suddenly, Rowan roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She immediately turned to face him.
"What is wrong with you?" she shot at him irritably as she desperately attempted to free her wrist from his grasp.
"We need to talk." He replied, ignoring her question, his hand suddenly tightening around her wrist.
"I don't think so." Jasmine replied coolly, turning her face away from him avoiding his eyes.
Rowan breathed out a sigh of frustration.
"We need to talk." He repeated urgently as he pulled her closer to him.
She turned to face him "About what?"
"Us. What's going on between us." He stated seriously, his dark hypnotic eyes boring into hers.
"There is nothing going on!" Jasmine spluttered, unnerved by his intense gaze. "There is no us."
Before she knew what was happening Rowan's face was suddenly inches from hers. However, just seconds before their lips could meet he whispered, "Are you sure about that?" Smirking, he suddenly dropped her wrist and pulled away from her.
Jasmine stood there in a total daze, her cheeks burning and her heart slamming against her ribcage as if trying to escape from her chest.
What a prick! she thought seething, turning away from him she started to continue towards the bridge, when she felt Rowan's hand clamp down on her shoulder. What the fuck is it now? She thought angrily.
She swivelled around, coming face-to-face with Rowan who swiftly cupped and tilted her face upwards with his strong, masculine hand. She looked up into his eyes and glared "Omg. What do you want?" In one swift movement he silenced her, smothering her mouth with his.
She clung to him as the kiss deepened and became more passionate, his fingers tangling in her long dark hair as their bodies entwined.