Vibe Check

“This is me, the Beetle.” All at once, his hands were on her; lips on hers. The kiss was hard, rough, soft, and long. His beard so rough on her lips; she ached for it to explore her body. A moan escaped her lips. She wanted to pull him closer, but she was off balance. Oh, this is dangerous, she thought.

Then, he turned away from her.

“Wait! Will I see you again?”

“Kiss me again,” he said. Those eyes. She complied. She was drunk again. “I just had to make sure. We’ll see.”