"Not like this."
Those words would haunt me forever. Did she remember? Would she ask me what I'd meant? Why hadn't I just said no? Because I did want her, just not while she was infected by some virus. Not with her throwing me against a locker and 'having her way' with me.
I had fantasised about a quite different scenario. A romantic dinner, candlelight, roses, perhaps a moonlight kiss. Then back to my place for a night of passionate lovemaking.
My daydreams were shattered when the door opened.
"Sir, what did you mean when you said 'Not like this'?"
The End