Stella's point of view.

We made it upstairs after fighting our way through the sea of clubbers, then stopped outside a random door and he kicked it open.

I guess this guy is as eager as me, it seems like we both can't wait to get in each other's pants.

"Are you sure this isn't someone else's room?" I asked as we entered the room.

"Do you mind?" he asked back instead of replying my question.

I looked around the room briefly: dim lights on, a low classic music playing in the background, and ...