We stumbled into his apartment, tearing at each other. I pressed my body against his, kissing him and running my fingers through his hair. He pressed his head against mine, his scent flooding my senses.

I lost my mind, and that nagging voice, as all the fire and heat seared through me. My blood pounded in my veins, almost as hard as his body against mine. At this point, he knew my curves like the back of his hand. He knew how to kiss the little spot behind my neck, to grab me ...