Before I can catch my breath, he's kissing me again, and I'm losing myself in him. His hands are even more explorative than they had been when we were dancing in the bar, now that we are alone.

Alone. The thought is daunting.

I've been alone with guys before; I've had boyfriends, but it was never like this with them. Their kisses left much to be desired by comparison, and I'd never been interested in the idea of letting them... Well, let's just say I wouldn't let them touch me ...