Side DoorTop Story - February 2018
Do you remember the night we met? We barely said a word, just danced. You asked for my name and I told you. I asked for yours, you replied, but the music drowned it out. Later you'd tell me how every time you looked at me I'd blush. Your fingertips pressed into my skin, your kiss was addictive. My heart was racing, no one had ever touched me like that, wanted me like that. I liked it.