Katie kissed Andre.

Katie let Andre kiss her; his lips were soft but thick. His tongue slowly parted her lips and entered her mouth not forcefully but with a certain undertone of command. Her tongue met his, and it tasted like whiskey, sweet with a hint of bitterness. His hand gently cupped her cheek to guide her; Katie could feel her core ignite with lust. The music in the club drowned out. She could only focus on the tongue in her mouth, which made hers dance to his tune. He backed away slightly, but Katie followed as though it was a treat she had been craving. She melted into him as every second passed.

She felt his hand fall to her thigh, gently gave it a squeeze, and slowly made its way up. She closed her legs and stopped his advance, breaking the kiss. She caught her breath while looking at him.

"Do you usually kiss girls you barely know?" Katie asked, trying her best to break the tension.

"I do, but there's something about you, sugar. You're different." Andre replied as he smiled back.

Through the smile, Katie could see sadness and longing in his eyes, which didn't make sense to her.

Andre held his glass up. "I need a refill." He got up and left the VIP area.