A strong hand pulled you away from the party and into a room.

Next thing you know, you're being shoved up against the door, your body pressed against another.

"Well, now, don't be afraid,"

Dutch smirked, tilting your chin up with his fingers, a faint crazed look in his eyes. He's obsessed.

"You know, I have dreamed that I've kissed these lips a thousand times over. And it doesn't help when you pass by my tent, I can see it in your eyes, in your smile. You want me, I know you do."