I think Izzy was posessing me as soon as she left the door, because I was dumb enough to start inviting him over. Of course, him being a hermit and all denies.

By this time, I’m completely worked up, looking over at him through the window, looking horribly delicioso as Izzy would say. I invite myself over. I’m about ready to maul the guy from my window. He isnt too keen on the idea.

Well screw him. He won’t even see it coming. I lunge for the door, running down the four flights of stairs at top speed, into his building, remembering the flat number Izzy had told me. I knock. An urgent sort of knock. I can hear him rustling around inside and he opens the door.

I don’t even give him a chance to say anything before I jump on him, and kiss him. The force of my attack pushes us down, and he falls backwards onto the floor, me on top of him. And we keep going.

I then realized what I was doing and jumped up from him, shocked.

“Christ, sorry. Are you okay? I have to go,” I said as I dashed out the door.