So far, it's been a nice, lovely night. And when we go back to the apartment, we can't keep our hands off each other. A fire burns between us. From the car, those glances, those stolen touches, to getting inside the apartment when it's just the two of us, letting our bodies talk.
The drive back is charged with a heated tension. Each glance exchanged in the dim light of the dashboard, each accidental brush of our hands, stokes the fire between us. By the time we reach the apartment, anticipation has built to a near-unbearable level.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, we are on each other. Our lips collide in a kiss that is both superheated and desperate, setting fire to a passion that has been simmering beneath the surface. My hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer, as his
