I closed the door behind me and walked slowly towards him. And with every step, with every breath, I felt how this tension between us was only growing, crackling with sparks, shooting through. It seemed that if I touched him, I would certainly be shocked.

And all the same, she came up behind and ran her hand first along the back of her head, tangling her fingers in black disheveled curls, then stroked her neck. She felt him stiffen even more, then swallowed, exhaled raggedly. Under the hot skin, a vein beat quickly, quickly.

I removed my hand and took a step back, and he immediately got up, walked towards...