Next thing I knew, her lips were meshed with mine. Her hands were knotted in my hair, my own tangled in her shirt. I felt her breath against my cheek, as she turned to catch her breath. I pulled her closer into my embrace, not knowing why I was so magnatized to her. She fell into my lap, my arms cradeling her. Leaning her head against my shoulder, she traced the buttons of my shirt with her finger. She undid the top button, a smile tugging at her lips. She looked up into my eyes, as she undid the second one. I leaned down and kissed her again, folding her hands into mine. I felt something vibrate against my leg, and I looked down to see her pull her phone out of her pocket. “It’s him,” she whispered, but I already knew. “I left my coat in his car. He’s heading to my house.” She unfolded herself from my lap, letting her hand linger on my leg. Leaning over, she kissed me on my cheek then let her lips trail down to my own lips. She gave me a forceful kiss, then with a wink she left.
And I just sat on the couch.