Shauntay and I sat at the bar in this new up and coming trendy club that a mutual friend of ours told us about. The music was blasting from the walls and vibrated from the surround sound speakers placed strategically.
Our girls’ night out had been long overdue since my friend had become a hermit to finish the deadline of her latest novel. She was holding the title of her novel under lock and key as if it was some top government secret or something. All that she would say is it was a fictional novel based on real life events.
That thought made me go… hmmm, because I hope I wouldn’t be shocked when her bestseller was released and I opened up the pages to read some small or big details about me.
“Serenity, I so needed this night out in a bad way,” my friend said, breaking into my wandering thoughts. “I had been looking at those four walls in my library long enough. I’ve been holed up day in and day out for the last three months or so in my writing cave. My husband and baby can finally get their mother and wife back, in that respective order,” she added as an afterthought.
“Trust me, honey, I do understand about needing this night out and away from the day-to-day stresses that plague the mind. My job released some more of my co-workers at the bank, but from two other departments. Thank God that my department hasn’t been affected as of yet, but my heart can’t help from being heavy for the unlucky co-workers who were released.”
“I know what you mean, but keep the faith that your job will be secure. I know how stressing out does you, Serenity. Those headaches of yours can be something serious and lasts for days at a time if you don’t get your stress level under control.”
“I know, and I’ve been exercising as a way to control my stress. Maybe you can start re-joining me at the gym sometime so that we can be an incentive to each other. I miss us going to the gym together like we used to.”
“I’m game if you are. I really need to get back on track anyway,” she agreed.
“The Red Room is really nice. I’m so glad our friend suggested it, although Tamara couldn’t meet us here tonight,” I said.
“She has National Guard duty this weekend,” she replied. “She said that she will be sure to catch us on the next go round. Maybe Ruby will, too,” she continued.
“That’ll be great. So what are you going to order to drink? I want to try this blue drink that a co-worker was telling me about. It’s a cocktail called ‘The Blue Mother-fucker’.”
“The cocktail is called the what?” Shaun asked covering her mouth to hide her loud laughter.
“I kid you not,” I said with laughter in my voice. “My co-worker, who is also a part-time bartender said it consists of vodka, gin, rum, tequila, blue curacao liqueur, sweet and sour mix and 7-Up soda. He said to be careful if I drink one because the cocktail really packs a punch.”
“You don’t say?” she asked with a chuckle. “If it has that much liquor, I’ll be seeing cross-eyed before I leave here. Let’s try it, though. But one is my limit. I drove here, remember? I should have taken a taxi like you. You had the sense to play it smart,” she stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
We signaled to the bartender to let him know that we were ready to place our orders. Our cocktail was shaken with ice and strained into two high balled glasses. My first sip was one of awe. It was truly a delicious drink.
“Mmm, this is really tasty,” Shauntay said, taking her first sip from her cocktail as well.
“Yes, it is. I’ll be ordering another one for sure when I’m finished with this one,” I giggled out. “I’m more than ready to let my hair down tonight.”
“Humph, you better not let your hair down too much. I can’t haul your big ass out of here. Both of us will be sprawled on the damn floor.”
“Shut up, crazy woman! I may not drink much but I know how to hold my liquor whenever I do get my drink on now and again.” I turned the remnants of my cocktail up and finished it in one gulp, before signaling the bartender to bring me another.
“Go on with your bad self, but don’t be calling me in the morning complaining of a hangover.”
“Stop being a downer, Shaun, and just let’s have some fun. It’s been ages since we’ve been out together. Let your hair down, girl.”
“This one drink will give me as much fun as I need tonight,” she said, nursing on her drink, slowly. “But don’t say I didn’t warn your happy butt,” she tossed out, because I couldn’t be still in my seat from the beat from the music.
“Girl, this music sounds good, doesn’t it?” I asked, rocking back and forth to the beat. I didn’t even care if I wasn’t keeping beat with the music. All I knew was I wasn’t feeling any pain right now. I was feeling flushed and warm all over, in my thigh length red halter off one shoulder dress, and my Versace heels. I might have been a thick woman, but I could rock some heels something fierce.
“I admit the music does sound good,” she said, looking down at the dance floor that was down the stairs. We were sitting upstairs at the bar of the multi-level club.
I glanced down at the dance floor as well. I noticed how the couples danced and gyrated to the beat. One man was twisting and turning so that he looked like he was having a seizure instead of dancing. His partner seemed to have enough as she turned and walked off of the floor. I giggled uncontrollably before taking another sip from my cocktail.
“What’s so funny?” my friend asked.
“I was just checking out a couple dancing, and his partner walked off and left him dancing by himself. He didn’t miss a beat when she left. He continued dancing by himself.”
She looked down at the dance floor and spied the man I was speaking of. She grinned. “He doesn’t need anybody to party. He is a one-man party show all by his lonesome,” she said laughingly.
“Right,” I readily agreed.
The special effects from the lightening and fog gave the club a surreal affect, along with the soaring walls of video screens that aligned wall-to-wall. “I want to check out all three lounges in this club before we leave, Shauntay. I especially want to check out the sky room. I heard that it has a sci-fi futuristic feel to it,” I added before finishing my second cocktail of the night.
I could feel my friend’s warning glance on me as she silently warned me to slow down. I slid my eyes towards her and I was correct. A song by Jeremiah beat from the sound system. The music and the affects from the alcohol had me moving in my seat and snapping my fingers.
I felt like dancing and getting on the dance floor. I looked around the club and noticed a smooth looking dude and his friend heading our way. I elbowed my friend in her side to direct her attention toward the oncoming gentlemen.
“Look who is heading our way, Shaun,” I said, giggling, brought on by the blue cocktail, as I was really starting to feel very tipsy.
“Hello, beautiful ladies. My name is Travis and this is my friend Daniel.”
“Hello lovely ladies,” Daniel greeted both of us with a smooth voice that sounded a lot like the late Barry White.
A quick look passed between Shauntay and me which let me know that we were thinking the same thing. “I’m Serenity and this is my most valued friend in this whole entire world, Shauntay,” I said before hiccupping. She looked at me with a comical expression, like ‘did you really have to say all of that? I am not up for an award’. I knew my friend well, even if I was slightly inebriated at the moment.
“Hello,” she said without saying her thoughts aloud. For that, I was grateful. I knew that she didn’t approve of me getting tipsy but heck, it’s not like I got tipsy on a regular basis.
“Would you two beautiful ladies care to dance?” Travis asked for himself as well as his friend that hadn’t taken his eyes off of me since arriving at the bar.
Shauntay looked over at me before speaking. “I will dance with you, Travis, as long as it’s just dancing,” she said, holding up her left hand letting him know that she was happily married. “Are you up for some dancing?” she asked me already knowing my answer. I had been antsy in my seat since I had my first drink of the night.
“Of course, I’m up for some dancing,” I said, hopping down from the bar stool on not too steady legs, before following them downstairs to the dance floor.
Shauntay and I danced side by side, with Daniel being my dance partner and Travis being hers.
The music vibe was great and the way the beat rippled through my body felt even greater. My arms wound above my head as my long natural hair bounced against my bare shoulders. My thick hips kept beat with the music and the dance moves of my dance partner. Daniel looked into my bright eyes and grasped my waist, pulling me closer. He was a very good dancer to my being just an okay dancer. But it didn’t matter though, because I felt I was capable of moon walking with Michael Jackson himself by this point.
Shauntay was ready to head back to the bar by the time the first song ended. “My feet hurt,” she said. “I’m going back to the bar to chill and order me a virgin daiquiri. Are you coming?” she questioned.
“I’m going to stay for one more dance, and then I will join you at the bar,” I replied.
“Okay,” she said before limping away to make her way back upstairs to the bar. I was sure she was going to keep her eyes on me from her vantage point from the upstairs bar.
I also assumed that Travis would leave the dance floor when a slower number came over the sound system, to join my friend at the bar and keep her company until I returned. But no, he sidled his ass up behind me as he and Daniel tried to sandwich me in between them.
Like I said earlier, I was feeling good and feeling no pain whatsoever, so I decided to just be in the moment and go with the flow. It is only a little dancing, I thought silently. What harm could a little dancing cause… Right?
I decided after about 15 minutes of non-stop dancing and hip thrusts, I too, had had enough. Especially since the music had slowed down even more. “Thank you fellows for the dancing, but I am in need of a drink,” I said, attempting to leave the dance floor.
“Dance just one more dance with us, please?” Travis pleaded.
“Don’t go yet, Serenity,” Daniel added his smooth Barry White voice to the mix.
“Sorry, fellas,” said a gruff, sexy voice behind us, “but her dance card is filled for the rest of tonight and for every other night when it come to you guys.” Travis, Daniel, and my heads whipped around so fast it’s a wonder we didn’t get whiplash. We all looked up into Jason’s six-foot-three frame and menacing glare. “She belongs to me.”
Travis and Daniel backed off quickly with their hands raised in a peaceful gesture. “We didn’t mean any disrespect, man. We were just having a little fun,” said Travis being the spokesperson for them both.
“My advice is that you two go find your fun elsewhere,” he spoke in a tone that brooked no argument, not that they were giving him any. They were walking away so fast that they were almost skipping.
I looked up, shocked, into Jason’s face. “When did you get here? I had no idea that you would be here of all places, tonight.”
“Let me guess, if you knew that I was coming… You would have avoided this place like the plague, right?”
I just stood there in the middle of the dance floor. People were slow dancing around us. I turned without another word, fixing to walk off the dance floor. Jason stopped me and pulled me into his arms before I could take more than two steps.
“Dance with me,” he ordered. He didn’t ask as he had already started swaying to the rhythm of the music. “It Seems like You’re Ready” by R. Kelly vibrated from the wall speakers surrounding the dance floor.
I tried to push away, but his arms were like steel bands around my thick, supple waist. He pulled me even closer to his rock-hard body, if that was even possible. My hands were wedged against his chest. His open necked shirt revealed the soft curly blond hairs across his muscular chest. I could feel his strong, rapidly growing heartbeat beneath my nimble fingertips.
“It’s only one dance, Serenity, so relax. If you’re worried, there’s nothing that can happen on the dance floor. You’re safe with me,” he added to reassure me of my warning doubts.
I slightly relaxed, not listening to the warning nagging voice inside my head. I breathed in his fresh scent, becoming even more intoxicated, as I swayed back and forth in his arms. My promise to myself to stay away from my forbidden weakness was just tossed out the window.
I looked up towards the top of the stairs by the bar. Shauntay stood waving her arms high over her head, back and forth, seeking to gain my attention. She looked comical waving her arms like that in a crowded club. She reminded me of a character from the “Sims” game. I suddenly hiccupped again and then giggled into Jason’s chest.
He held his head back to peer into my eyes. “How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asked.
“I only had two or three drinks. I don’t quite remember. But what I do remember is that Blue Motherfucker is something serious,” I said laughingly. For some reason, I didn’t want to stop laughing. The tiniest things were funny to me. “But since you mentioned it, I can do with another drink right about now.”
Jason raised his eyebrows and assessed my state of tipsiness. “I don’t think another drink will be in your favor.”
I was just about to tell him differently when I felt an impatient tap on my shoulder. “Didn’t you see me up there trying to get your attention, Serenity? Oh, hi, Jason,” Shaun said as an afterthought.
“I saw you,” I said with a chuckle.
“Hello, Shauntay. I didn’t know you were here,” Jason cut in before I could say anything else to my friend.
“Of course, I’m here,” she looked at him with a frown. “You didn’t think that Serenity was here alone, did you?” she asked, not really caring from the sound of her tone whether he answered or not. “I think Serenity has had enough partying for one night. I need to get her home to your brother,” she added, giving me and Jason a pointed look. She had put emphasis on the word “brother”.
“I hadn’t really thought about it, but I’m really glad she didn’t come here alone,” he replied, giving Shauntay a direct look. “You don’t have to worry about taking Serenity home now that I am here,” he told her in a reassuring voice.
My friend looked at me with pleading in her eyes. I knew that she thought I would make one of the biggest mistakes of my life if I foolishly chose to stay at the club with Jason. If only she really knew, I was already too far gone to have a care in the world at this moment in time.
“I can’t bring this girl anywhere; she doesn’t know how to leave when she has had enough to drink. Come on, my friend. You’ll thank me for it in the morning,” she said, not giving up, as she began tugging on my hand to follow her.
Jason caught a hold onto my free arm and held me steady against his side. “As I stated before, I will see that Serenity gets home to my brother in one piece. Besides, Serenity is a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
I looked between the two and noted that if I didn’t step in, they would have a full-blown argument in the middle of the dance floor. Curious glances were already getting thrown our way. I didn’t want security to throw all three of us out the club because I had my sights on getting me another Blue Motherfucker before the night was over.
“Are you coming with me Serenity or not?” she asked, impatiently tapping her high heeled shoe. “My feet are killing me, by the way. I ‘m never wearing these shoes again,” she added whilst pursing her lips.
Jason’s hold tightened on my arm. I looked up at his too handsome face. He bent and whispered four words against my ear. His warm, minty breath made me shudder. “Please stay with me,” he said.
Those four little words made me forget my promise to myself. I looked at my friend of so many years and hoped that she understood. “Jason will take me home. Besides, I don’t want you to have to drive way across town out of your way just to take me home.”
“You can always stay with me tonight. You can call Jonathan on the way and tell him that you had too much to drink and that you are with me,” she urged.
Jason spoke up quickly as if he thought I would change my mind. It was no chance of me changing my mind so he need not have worried. I pulled my hand from my friend’s grasp. “I’m staying. Please don’t worry about me. I will call you tomorrow.” I pleaded with my eyes for her understanding. I knew the right thing to do would be to leave with her, but some forbidden invisible force was compelling me to stay with Jason. It was useless in my inebriated state of mind to fight against the feeling. I didn’t even try to fight it. I would have been fighting a losing battle anyway, was my inner thoughts.
Shauntay looked at me with disappointment in her eyes. She shook her head slightly before throwing up her hands as if to say ‘I give up’. “Don’t say I didn’t try to talk some sense into your hard head when shit hits the fan,” she muttered aloud before walking away without another word.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said loud enough to be heard over the music. She never turned around to acknowledge my comment. She just kept walking.
“Wait for me at the bar,” Jason ordered. “I’ll make sure that your friend makes it safely to her car.”
I smiled my thanks to him. Above all else, he was a gentleman… for that, I was grateful. I walked to the bar and immediately ordered me another drink to pass the time until he got back.
I knew that my friend wouldn’t stay angry with me for too long. We never held on to anger or grudges for long. This time would be no different. Life is too short for that nonsense, I thought to myself while sipping my drink.
“I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t drink anymore tonight,” Jason said, coming up behind me.
“Stop acting like Shauntay and being a party pooper,” I warned him.
“Well, if agreeing with your friend makes me a party pooper, then so be it. You keep drinking those and you will have one hell of a headache come morning.”
“This will be my last one,” I promised as I drained the contents in my glass. I want to see the Sky Room Lounge,” I said, licking the sweet residue of the drink from my lips.
Jason’s eyes zoomed in on my movement and his eyes darkened with desire. My heart fluttered against my breasts from his intense look. Both of us were quiet for a moment as we were caught up in a web of our heated stares.
“Let’s go,” he said, suddenly breaking the spell, as he helped me down from the bar stool. “We have to take the elevator up to the Sky Room,” he stated, taking my arm. We walked over to the bank of elevators and got on as it whisked us up to the lounge. We rode the elevator in silence as we were lost in our own forbidden thoughts.
“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?” I asked him as we stepped off the elevator to break the silence.
“I drove here, for one thing, and it seems like one of us needs to keep a clear head,” he added with a chuckle.
I ignored his pun as I redirected my attention towards the Sky Room. It was unlike anything that I had ever imagined. It was totally in blue with smoky effects that covered the entire room. The room really did have a Sci-Fi futuristic undertone to it. The constellations aligned the walls, floor, and spread across the vast ceiling like a galactic dream.
The strobe lights dimly lit the room which led to the feeling of walking on air. What caught my attention the most was that this room seemed to be dedicated to couples who were lounged around on various sofas, lounge chairs, love seats, as well as several canopy beds that were dotted throughout the room. The slow love songs that streamed continuously from the speakers in the walls should have been a hint from the very beginning. To sum it up, this was a room for lovers.
I looked up at Jason. He was already studying me and awaiting my reaction with a rakish tilted smile to his full lips.
I shrugged my shoulders as if I wasn’t the least bit affected, but swallowed an inward gulp. I had walked into this one with eyes wide shut. “This is your Night” by Avant played, as he began to serenade us with his smooth voice.
Jason pulled me over to the dance floor without a word, and pulled me into his heated arms. I went willingly, as there was no fight in me to stop what was happening. I pushed Jonathan back to a safe place in the recesses of my mind and heart…just for this moment in time.
This moment… right now belonged to his twin brother… to Jason and me, I reasoned to myself. I didn’t dare allow myself to think of my sins in this present time. I wasn’t perfect and I finally allowed myself to be free. If only for tonight, I would indulge in my deeply buried desires. I wanted my cake and tonight, I would eat it, too. I wanted and needed to devour Jason once again.
I still didn’t know was it love that I felt or just old-fashioned lust planted and deeply rooted in my heart for Jason. I did know that I throbbed for him with a fiery intensity and burned for him with this unquenchable thirst. I was dancing in the midst of fire, and was ready to be consumed by Jason and the flames that surrounded us.
He pulled me even closer, adding fuel to my already ignited thoughts. His heart was beating loudly against my eardrum. I’m sure that mine was beating just as loudly, if not more so. His shaft lengthened and grew against my belly button into a full erection. Cream was building in my thong panties as we swayed back and forth to the slow music.
“Serenity, baby… You feel so good in my arms. I’ve been craving the feel of you in my arms every day and night. I try to fight it, but it’s no use. God, help me… it’s no use, baby. My brother doesn’t even matter in this moment,” he admitted gruffly in my ear.
“Please don’t mention your brother,” I begged. I didn’t want the memory of his brother’s name tainted by the deceitful treachery of sins we were about to embark upon. “Let’s keep his name out of this… whatever this is,” I said, knowing deep down that he was still a tangent part of our equation. We were all intertwined and there was no way around it.
“Are you finally ready to admit that you want and need me as much as I need you?” he asked, silently agreeing to not mention his brother’s name again.
“Yes,” I mumbled against his chest. I avoided looking up into his eyes.
He lifted my chin as he gave me a deep penetrating stare. “Repeat your answer while looking at me. Don’t look away from me when you answer me, sweetness.”
I breathed deeply before confirming my answer breathlessly. “Yes, I am ready to admit it. I want and need you as much as you want and need me.”
His head swooped down and captured my thick lips into a delightful kiss. I delighted in the sweep of his tongue entering my mouth, as he claimed it as his very own. I grew drunker on his intoxicating kisses on the dance floor.
I grew weaker at the knees. He grasped my thick waist and held me up against himself effortlessly. I moaned against his lips, craving more of him. His hands slid boldly down as he reached beneath my thigh-length dress to squeeze by bare ass.
We were making love on the floor like many of the other couples with not an ounce of shame. I had never been as bold as that night in my life. Jason was bringing out things in me that I didn’t think I was capable of.
“There is not a night that goes by that I don’t dream of making love to you,” he admitted, as he pulled his lips away for us to catch our breath. “Do you ever dream of me, Serenity? Do you dream of me fucking you senseless, baby?”
“Yes,” I said. I was through with lying to myself, at least for tonight. I had tomorrow to begin denying what I knew was true. I had tomorrow or next week to try and right my wrongs. But tonight, I would enjoy what was being offered and what I was offering in return. “I dream of you quite often,” I admitted truthfully.
The song, “Three Letter Word” by Jamie Foxx crooned from the speakers as he stopped slow dancing and led me to an available bed. We stepped up to the bed and he turned and pressed a button to close the velvety blue curtains that enclosed us in privacy and away from any prying eyes.
I sat nervously on the bed. He turned toward me and bestowed me with a fleeting look. “You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen,” he said. “Your beauty transcends from the inside out.”
I gave him a heated veil-eyed look as I blushed all over as he assessed me from head to toe. He undressed me as he stood before me. He kneeled and removed my heels before he placed a kiss on one foot and then the other.
“I want to be inside you so bad, baby. But tonight, is all about you and only you,” he said as his hands trailed up my bare thigh, before spreading my thighs open for his perusal. “Tonight, is all about pleasuring you,” he stated again.
I slid further back on the queen-sized bed and allowed him to push my back against soft, thick cushioning covers on the bed. I lie there awaiting him to have his way with me. He trailed soft, delicious kisses up both of my legs to the softness of my inner thighs.
His tongue reached out to taste his way up to my soaked panties, as my dress bunched up around my waist. He stood and removed my drenched thongs before placing them to his nose and inhaling my permeated fragrance that was infused with a scent that was all my own.
His eyes glazed over with want, as he placed my underwear into his pants pocket. “These belong to me now,” he growled, before placing his lips against my pussy and devouring it like a predatory lion.
I whimpered like a wounded animal when he thrust his tongue into my wet pulsing core. I was anything but wounded. It was just the opposite as I was caught up in the throes of ecstasy derived from Jason’s talented tongue.
“Don’t hold back, baby, I want to drink all of your sweetness,” he mumbled against my cum-soaked pussy lips. “You are sweeter than candy.”
His voice vibrated on my lips. His tongue swiped against my already sensitive clit. I trembled beneath his onslaught. It wasn’t long before his mouth and tongue drove me over the edge faster than I thought possible. He tongue-fucked me faster and faster until I cried out my pleasure, not caring where I was or who could hear me.
He climbed up over me on the bed, settling his weight on his forearms before placing a deep kiss onto my waiting lips. Our tongues twirled and mated as he transferred my essence from his tongue to my own. My legs spread further apart as he settled his fully clothed body between my thighs.
The rough friction of his jeans as he grinded into me had me straining my hips to meet his grinding circular motions. “Please,” I begged. “I want you inside of me.” I was deliriously overcome with pleasure and didn’t know what I was asking. At least that’s what I told myself.
“Are you sure?” he asked, peering into my still alcohol-induced eyes. “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning,” he said, caring enough to show concern for me.
This was some turn around, I thoughtfully mused. Usually he didn’t have a care in the world about pursuing me, but now it was me doing the urging. “I’m very sure,” I finally said to him.
He needed no further urging as he quickly stood to remove his clothes. I reached to remove my dress but he stopped me. “Let me,” he said as I got on my knees. He reached around me to unzip my dress and slowly removed it before tossing it aside. He unhooked my bra which caused my heavy breasts to spill free from any refinement or constraint and tossed it aside as well.
His eyes feasted over my thick body. My brown nipples pebbled and hardened from his heated look. I, in turn, took in his muscular body and his beautiful piece of art as it stood to attention. There was a drop of pre-cum ready to drip from his prize. I bent and stuck out my tongue to capture it on my hungry tongue.
I relished in the taste of him against my tongue. He was sweet and a tad bit salty to the taste. An enjoyable taste, I thought to myself. He threw back his head and growled which urged me on in a desirous fit of bravery. My greedy mouth engulfed half of his length into the warmth of itself.
My spit glands bleated from his fullness. My tongue licked up and down his length before suctioning him into my mouth again. I looked up into his hooded desire-filled eyes. He was truly a beautiful sight with his long golden dreads hanging loose and wild against his broad, wide shoulders.
He grasped my long natural hair in his hand to control the movement of my suctioning mouth. I could feel the fire burning between my plump, succulent thighs again as my passion dripped down them.
It must have gotten to be too much. Jason suddenly forcefully pulled himself from my greedy mouth, before climbing on the bed to lie between my thighs. My thighs spread open wide of their own accord willingly, and waiting for him to enter my heated, slick flesh.
He didn’t disappoint as he stretched my walls to a pleasurable fullness. I moaned with unsubdued wantonness as he entered me inch by glorious inch. He pushed my thighs up and over his strong, muscular shoulders as he pummeled into me again and again. His strokes were calculated and controlled as he hit just the right spot inside my walls.
I bit down into his shoulder, drawing blood. The copper taste of his blood entered my mouth. His head flew back and he howled in animalistic pleasure as he lost all control and pounded my insides for everything he was worth. His strokes were sure and precise and my pussy answered him stroke for stroke.
He took a pebbled nipple into his mouth and bit down hard as he retaliated against my bite. His bite was filled with pleasure and pain as I rocked my hips to meet his evenly strong thrusts. His tongue licked my nipple to soothe away the pain of his bites. He brought me to the edge of another orgasm before skyrocketing me to the point of no return. He joined me in an orgasm of his own, as he pulled out at the very last minute to release his essence against my trembling belly.
We were both breathing erratically and out of control by the time our orgasms subsided, and we lay side by side looking into each other’s eyes. Our passion was far from spent. I knew by looking into his eyes, we were far from through.