When Elaine broke a promise, her incubus threw her stuff onto the ground, whereas a broken promise, in my case, got me roughly thrown against the window of my car. My punishment, however, was different. The force of Desmond’s mouth on my mouth had my head pinned against the cold glass window of the driver’s seat. There was no need to use his hands as I couldn't move even if I wanted to under the passion of his kiss. It was hard to recall a single instance where I had ever wished for him ...