Go to the kitchen

You get up and the alcohol hits you hard, you sway a little bit but you convince yourself you’re okay.

“Here, gimme your empty Paul”

He hands it to you, your fingers touch for just a second and *ZAP* you both get a static electricity jolt.

“Ow, ha did you feel that?” He asks smiling.

Something about him is different you can’t place it. Maybe it’s his tousled hair and shit eating grin, or the way you can see his body tense under his clothes or his large hands.

“Yeah...I felt that.” You reply, looking him right in the eyes. Turning, you go to the kitchen.

You pound a glass of water and grab the beers. Returning to the living room and feeling a little playful, you put the beers down on the coffee table in front of Paul. You bend at waist, making sure he has a clear view down your shirt. You snap up, smiling. “Anything else Sir?”

Paul stares at you slack jawed, snaps out of it.

“What did you say Erin?”

You laugh, this body clearly has its charms.

“Nothing.” You smile at him and push a strand of hair behind your ear and drink your beer.