Do you love me? He asked pressing her up against a wall with a finger or two shoved inside. She didn't answer with her throat exposed and mouth gasping facing the stars and steaming the stiff winter air. Do you love me? He asked with the brick of the wall scratching her back leaving little bloody marks on her tee shirt. She didn't answer with her lips on his neck tasting his impossibly sweet skin with his moan warming her ears. Do you love me? He tried to ask but she was too fast and already on her knees. She couldn't answer because his sweet skin had made her curious of the rest of him. His hand magically removed had repositioned itself in her hair a handful and gritted teeth couldn't ask. Do you love me? He didn't ask but she kissed his semen sweetly which was as close to an "I love you" as he was going to get.