I could tell I was going too far. Lillith looked at me, her dark eyes pleading to let her go.

But I couldn’t. God, I didn’t even know this chick and she already had me sprung. Was I loosing my touch?

“Um, Cal? I really should get back out there…my friends are probably worried,” she said softly. I relished the way my name sounded on her tongue.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” I mumbled.

She slid from the counter, stumbling a bit.

“Hey, um…” I began, looking down at her. “You don’t think that maybe I could call you some time?”

God, could I be any lamer?

She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear and a slow smile lit up her face.

“Oh, sure, I guess. Do you have a pen?”

I hurriedly searched my pockets and handed her a pen. She took my arm and slowly inscribed her number there. Sooner than I liked, she was done and leaving the bathroom. She smiled one last time at me.

It was all over then. Every inch of me wanted her. Badly.

I stared down at the place where she’d written her name.

Lillith.