She moves her hand to the small of my back. Caressing me. Stroking me. I breathe harder. She’s even closer. She’s panting against my ear. I think she is trying to tell me something. But I can’t hear her. I can’t feel her. I’m focusing. She’s telling me I’m hot. She’s telling me everything she wants to do with me. About making out in the bath room. About heading to her place later. I’m letting out a lazy smile. I turn to her ear. I’m whispering back.

“Just so you know.. I don’t kiss.”

She looks at me as if I’m crazy. Like if she is asking herself what the fuck she’s doing with me. As if wondering what she should do next. Why she is wasting her time grinding against someone like me when all she was looking for was a make out session. Someone to fool around with. But she’s starting to push her luck.

“Why not?” She asks. Still panting.

“It’s not my thing. You got a problem with that?” I’m starting to get annoyed. I’m losing my focus.

She’s thinking about leaving. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t know what to answer. Her eyes flickering all over the place. But her confusion is letting go of its grip. She starts chuckling. Leaning in. Planting a wet and long kiss on my neck and then turns to my ear again. The panting has stopped now. She is just breathing now. Slowly. Slowly but hard.

“No..” She pauses. “I don’t have a problem with that.” She’s breathing harder now. Sucking on my earlobe. “I don’t need to kiss you to fuck you.” She whispers.
I’m clearing my throat. I’m taken by surprise. I’m focusing.

She’s hauls me towards the bathroom. On the way I meet Aidens eyes. He’s standing by the bar. Girls surrounding him. I can tell he’s having a good time. And by the judge of his look, he’s thinking the same about me. He smiles. I wink back at him.

Suddenly I can feel myself being shoved against the bathroom wall. Tile against back. She has that look in her eyes. That look telling her she wants me. Revealing everything she wants to do with me. They are turning into a darker shade of green. Her hand is still playing with the hem of my shirt. Just like it did on the dance floor. I’m focusing.