‘This isn’t much of a “dirty” confession but I’d like to share it anyways. My current fantasy is to walk home with Arno Dorian in a rainy day, sharing his umbrella with me as we walk home together. When we finally reach home he calls me and I go after him. Then he slowly leans his face and kisses me, gently as we both get soaked by the rain… It was a kiss filled with raw emotion, unspoken words, and a profound connection that defied the limits of the physical world. Then he kisses me once again, biting my lower lip caressingly. He gets closer to my ear and speaks in a whisper with that husky, manly voice of his: “We shall meet again, Ma Cherie” as he leaves, hoping to visit me some day…‘