You resist, at first.

“Get off jerk.” You say pushing him.

He smiles, his face very close, “Fine. As you command.” He stares in your eyes, “If you are sure.”

“I mean, we just met.”

“Officially, sure, but I’ve been checking you out every day for weeks. I suppose that sounds creepy, but that means I’ve wanted you long before your secret was out. Look at you, you’re gorgeous, any man, or woman, would be the luckiest person on earth to be with you.”

“Really?” You ask.

“There is a taxi behind you. That’s got to be a sign right?”

“That’s stupid.”

“Don’t you believe in magic?” His question hits hard. Your mouth opens slightly. His lips meet yours, his tongue invading between your lips. You suck gently. He helps you into the cab. The ten minute ride is full of kissing and fondling. He seems to have a log in his pants. “Come on.” He says helping you out of the cab. A glance around informs you that you are in the Bronx, outside an old apartment building. He takes your hand and leads you through the door and up three flights of stairs till you reach a dark colored wooden doors. He opens the door, “Come on in, I’ll get you a beer.”