We stood motionless and speechless, half-embraced and connected by some invisible, forbidden thread. The conscious part of my brain was telling me to move as soon as possible, but I still could not move. I had a feeling something special was going on. Despite the noise above the basement and the hundreds of people around us, I was somewhere else.
He raised his hand and began stroking my cheek. I blindly reached for his hand and began to feel it to find the wedding ring.
- No, I am not married, he murmured.
The tip of his little finger began to gently circle my ear. I began to sink into some strange and pleasant intoxication. I can not afford this, I thought, but I still let him press me against him. My head was heavy. I threw her back when he started kissing me under the chin. I was con
