"I'm too dangerous

"I'm too dangerous."

"I don't care!" The girl said, clearly exasperated.

The boy, or man really, bent his head, his long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

After a pause, he said weakly, "I'm tired."

With a confused look on her face, the girl questioned his words aloud.

"I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to push you away, of not being able to give in to being with you. I give up."

His voice was tired, but his eyes were alive when he looked back up at the girl.

Before she could say anything to him, though, he crashed his lips into hers, his hand on her waist since he knew she was clumsy, especially around him.

((A/N: This is a one-shot I just thought up on my way back from a steeple chase (it was actually kinda cool, lots o rich people, the kind with connections). You could either have the boy be Edward Cullen or Remus Lupin. The girl could be Bella Swan or Nymphadora Tonks.))