Go home

You fight down the urge to go further, the urge your body seems to be insisting on. With some **** you break the embrace, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you separate.

"Thanks so much," you say with a shy smile. "For everything."

"My pleasure," he grins at you, letting his hands slide away from your body. "My name's Mark by the way. Come by any time you need help with a costume. Or..." he leaves the sentence hanging.

"Or what?" you ask, your voice adding a tone of flirtation teasing to the question.

"Or....maybe we could get a drink sometime. Hang out, maybe catch a movie or something." He smiles at you with an easy confidence, and you find yourself enjoying his attention, your body warming to it.

"Maybe," you flirt. "Here's my number, call me sometime." You write your name and cell number on a scrap of paper and hand it to him, letting your fingers trail over his as you give it to him.

He grins at you as he reads it. "Thank you....Lisa. I will call." You give him another smile and walk out of the store, pausing at the door to give him a backward glance over your shoulder, before leaving.

God Lisa, could you be any more of a brazen tease? You ask yourself as you start to walk home, your body warm with excitement. A moment later you see a cruising cab and hail it, sliding into the back seat clutching your purchases, directing the driver to your apartment.