Eveline struggled with the reality of it all. It was impossible, what they were doing. She would have mocked anyone who suggested that she and Dom might be have anything that could ever shared between them, but there she stood, wanting the moment to last forever. Their tryst was so intense she failed to remember they were in a hallway, able to be stumbled upon at any moment. She wanted him to hold her longer; she couldn't remember feeling so warm in a long time.
The instant their lips touched again, Eveline knew that kiss would be the last. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his with as much pressure as she could before settling back down. Her heart was still pounding and her hand didn't move from his chest, but she watched him with sad eyes. How did this come out of all that. She covered the hand on her chest with her own, applying some pressure so he might feel the extent of her heart beats. After all, it would be his last chance.
At long last, Eveline let her hands fall to her side and she adjusted her shirt which had shifted in the commotion. She knew what she wanted to say, what she had to say, but the spot on her chest where his hand was tingled and kept her lips sealed. This didn't mean anything to her! Why did it matter what happened? Finally talking some sense back into herself, Eveline looked back up at him, a coy smirk on her face as she looked at him. "You're still down twenty five points," she mumbled softly.