I said no. I wanted to go in. I was curious what might happen. I'd die from curiosity.

I turned to find him slouched on an old iron chair, one foot out, one arm over the back. His thighs appeared big and inviting against his beautiful pants. I wanted to bite them. I wanted to ride them to paradise. I wanted to straddle him. How would his hips hit me?

I swam to him.

His emerald eyes appeared to sparkle in the city light, staring directly through my skin. I thought he knew me, but that was impossible. He wrung me out, hung me to dry, and I wanted more....