Kiss her

You close the last of the distance and kiss her.

Alice answers immediately, mouth opening under yours, the years of unfinished tension pouring into the contact. The kiss turns heated fast. Her hand comes up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer across the small table. You taste the alcohol and the warmth of her, feel the soft press of those stunning breasts against your arm as she leans in harder. The quiet bar and the wreckage of the day both fall away under the simple, urgent fact of finally doing what you almost did years ago.

When you break the kiss you’re both breathing harder. You keep your voice low.

“We should get out of here.”

Alice’s eyes are dark, lips slightly swollen. She shakes her head once, a small, decisive movement.

“Jamie’s at the house. My housemate. I don’t want an audience and I don’t want to wait that long.” She glances toward the back of the bar, where the corridor to the toilets sits in low light, then looks back at you with complete clarity. “What I really want right now, and what I think you actually need after the day you’ve had, can be explored in the toilets here. No delay. No extra people. Just us finishing what we started years ago.”

The offer sits between you, direct and immediate. Alice’s hand is still resting against the back of your neck, the heat of the kiss still lingering, and the decision is now entirely yours.