It starts when you meet eyes across the room. The constant flirtation, of little grins and smiles, eventually give in to you buying her a drink. She gladly accepts and as you sit down on the bar stool next to her, casual conversation follows. You continue through the night giving intimate details of your life, of you experiences, and the things that you enjoy. You smile and listen patiently as she follows suit and describes every detail of her life's history.
As the coversation gets deeper you both decide to move to a smaller room where privacy is further enjoyed by the candle lit at your table. As you gaze into one anothers eyes a sparkle begins to emerge and an urge is pulling at the both of you drawing you closer together. The bar closes and you find yourselves at the local pancake house lost in conversation not worrying about what anyone else is saying or what either of your friends are thinking as the both of you disappeared that evening.
The night passes like a blur and as the dawn is breaking you find yourself with her in a strange house and as your clothes hit the floor, her fingers slide down your face with affection. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her towards you. As you look deep in her eyes you feel her breath against your neck and feel her pulse racing through her veins as your hands lightly slide behind her head, into the thick of her hair. You look down at her as she shivers with excitement, and as youclose your eyes you pull her head close to yours and ...
