When we reach my door, he doesn't release me. I'm so agitated. The feel of those wide hands holding me against his muscular body, singes my flesh. I'm barely coherent at this point. All I know is that I need to feel this man buried deep inside me. I have no idea what's happening between us, if this is nothing more than a one-night stand. Maybe we're just finishing what was started in the limo a week and a half ago.

I don't know.

And furthermore, I don't care.

This is ...