Witnesses At Your Murder Trial

Liam stood up. He came up to Kira and, lifting her chin, kissed her on the lips. Kira’s eyes widened. Her mind went blank for a second. The sensation on her lips told her she hadn’t imagined it. Liam was kissing her! Kira pushed his shoulders, trying to shove him back. He didn’t budge. Liam had one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, locking her in a tight embrace. Diners at the restaurant clapped and whistled, thinking they were a couple engaged in a spontaneous public display of affection. Kira clamped her mouth shut when she felt Liam getting more aggressive. It had been an impulsive move on his part, but now that he did it, Liam realised he didn’t want to let go. She tasted so sweet. He wanted more. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, teasing, inviting her to respond. Kira was finding it hard to breathe. She punched his back, clawed at him, stomped on his feet, but she was wearing flats. The cheers from onlookers died down. They were starting to notic