The corridor was dimmer than the bar, much quieter too. The music felt distant here, muffled by walls and secrets.

The men’s restroom door swung open behind me and without words, we walked in.

He leaned against the sink counter, rolled up his sleeves, and his strong forearms wowed me.

He looked really satisfied, not confused, not hesitant. The lights above flickered faintly and I walked closer to him.

I felt the heat of him, the authority in the way he held himself. His presence filled the room more than the music ever could.

"Did you follow me here", I asked, eyeing him and squeezing my breasts softly "It doesn't...