SerenityStone7

         The music was blasting. The bass rumbled in our chests as we danced. Sweat beaded at our foreheads, dripping down our faces to the floor. My heart was pounding, watching him as he watched me, heat radiated everywhere. Our friends watched us as our bodies drew closer to each other, I snaked my hands into his dark shaggy hair. We tilted our heads to the left. Left... only 26% of people tilted to the left when kissing... why do I remember this now? All thoughts left my head when his lips touched mine, his stubble tickling my face. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, I opened my mouth invitingly. My knees went weak, heat pooled in my

I looked outside my window, frost laced my window. I touched the glass and the heat leached from my hand, causing the frost to melt. It was the dead of winter and I watched the snow fall to the ground. "Can I go home now?" I asked irritatedly. "No." his deep voice echoed across the cold room. His footsteps fell heavily on the floor, beating against my aching head. The smell of the tea he was carrying burned my nose, he didn't intend for me to drink that did he? He set the cup in my small hands, it was warm and it brought heat back into my fingers. "I'm not drinking this, Eddie. It smells like barley." I complained, bringing the cup to my