Introduction 2

She wonders if he really is interested in her, whether him working tomorrow is just an excuse - after all, there's been some flirting but nothing solid, nothing concrete. She doesn't want to make a fool of herself and be rejected, but her body is screaming for relief, for release, and she realises that she hardly knows him, so making the moves on him won't really affect her in the long term. And so she grabs onto the lapels of his coat and pulls him to her, her lips crushing against his.

There's a brief pause, and she can feel her face flushing in embarrassment, before he's kissing her back, fiercely, his lips burning on hers. A lot of the guys she has kissed in the past liked using their tongues too much - sloppy, messy kisses. His kisses are firm, insistent, and like fire. Her heart is pounding as he pulls her close and she feels his fingers on the bare skin of her upper back and shoulders. She moans into his mouth, and he breaks the kiss, breathless, eyes locked with hers.

"Take me home," she whispers, terrified that he'll say no.

He bites his lip as he looks at her, and she wonders what he's thinking.