She reaches out with her arms, puts them behind my head, and holds me tight while whispering into my year. My heart beat is exploding as her parfum flows through me and the flashes of her on top of me are now replaying nonstop in front of my eyes. Her lips are touching my hear, and I squeeze her and draw her closer to me. She thanks me and tells me that we should leave the bistro. Her embrace loosens, as she pulls back, yet my arms are stuck, wanting to hold her. She starts gathering her things, I close and pack the laptop, we ask for the check. I wanted to pay at least my share, yet she insists on paying no matter. She said it’s the least she could do for me helping her with her little problem. I thank her and ask he what she wants to do next. She pulls me by the arm and tells me to go with her.

Without hesitating I follow, as we go on these little streets behind the apartment buildings. The city streets and boulevards are now but a noise somewhere down this small street. The tall buildings cover the skies, slivers of light barely pass between them to light our path, as she holds my hand and we talk about college, memories, hometowns and the nostalgia of what once was. As we talk our conversation turns to insecurities, heartache, loneliness, temptation and bliss. I can feel her heartbeat through her palm, as she squeezes my hand and smiles, she turns, stops, and looks me in the eyes. Silence surrounds us and petrifies us, as we now simply stand there looking one at the other. With nothing to say, we just stand there and so does the world around us. Her eyes sparkle, and I can feel mine burning into my head. I struggle to get out, struggle to move, to touch her face, to pull her closer.

As she smiles, she grips my hand tighter, and we manage to move our hands together. As we’re raising our hands, once we reached her face, I let her hand go, and gently put it on her cheek. Closing her eyes, she lets her head into my hand. With one finger I brush her big red lips. With a smirk now on her face, she looks deeply into my eyes and opens her mouth, leaving my finger on her lower lip. I remain unmoved as she puts her lips over my finger. Her touch makes my heart explode, transforming my body into heartbeats. She took two steps and her body is now touching mine. The little voice in my head says that he wants her, my body is pushing itself from pure instinct ahead wanting to hold her close. She raises her head, looking at me once again with the same smirk and says…

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