| The After Party Part 3 |
| I didn't even notice the song we’d been dancing to had finished and everyone else had picked up their pace again to some hip-hop track. I couldn’t tell you what it was; it was just background noise to me at that point. He lowered my leg again, pulled my hands from around his neck and slid his hands down them to take both my hands. He was walking backwards, pulling me with him. I’m surprised neither of us fell flat on our faces because we had eye contact the whole time. It was like the Red Sea parting as people moved out of our way. Hell, Paul was the guest of honor and right now, he had places to go. I think it was some dingy corner we ended up in, I wasn’t paying attention. All I know is that the music wasn’t so loud, I couldn’t hear anyone else and it was darker. What I could hear was him breathing and what I could feel was my insides about to implode. He turned quickly as soon as we reached our destination and my back hit the wall, not hard but my breath rushed out of me. It mingled with his as he pressed up against me and his lips parted. That’s where the teasing ended. Our lips met in a big rush of breath and my head started to spin. His hands were on the wall above my head and his full weight rested on me as my hands slid under his shirt at the back. His skin was hot and slightly moist as I slid my hands up his back. He lowered an arm and reached for my thigh again, pulling my leg up to almost his waist. You would think neither of us had eaten for a month the way we were trying to eat each other alive. His hand was still on my thigh, sliding up to the hem of my skirt. I moved my hands round his ribs and up his chest, then stopped to undo his shirt buttons on the way up. I pulled him closer to me (if you could get any closer) as my fingers tangled in his unkempt hair. His fingers dug at my thighs, trying to fit under my skirt hem. He stopped kissing me and looked over his shoulder quickly, then up above my head. My eyes followed his and read the sign that hung on the wall a few feet away. Fire Exit. He looked down at me and we looked at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He kissed me again and stooped, catching both my thighs with his hands. As he stood up straight again the muscles in his arms tensed and he brought me up with him, wrapping my legs around his waist. All the while his lips were exploring mine, he was walking towards the fire exit. The fire exit. The words drilled in my brain. The fire exit. That’s where we were going. That’s what I had agreed to with my silence. I felt the door click open behind me and the cold air rush at my bare back as he walked through. I heard the door slam shut behind us then everything went black. Next thing I know, there’s another wall behind me and my feet still haven’t touched the floor. Slowly he lowered me back down and stepped back a little. This time I couldn’t see anything. All I felt was his finger slide up my thigh and finally raise that damned skirt a little higher. He lifted me back up again and I gasped. |