Chapter three
Lavell Dessert

"He'll be here in an hour at most," she said as she nodded. She went to take a step back, but I didn't let her. I don't know what possessed me to stop her, but now that she had spoken to me, going back to the hazy routine of silence was the last thing I wanted.

"Sit with me" I told her and grabbed her hand, stopping her. The tone of my voice gave her no room to disobey the order. She took a sharp breath, her blue eyes widened as they looked at me, and she instinctively bit the bottom of her lip.

"No thanks," he said without flinching. I smiled cutely at her in response. I let go of the bottle I was holding and gently pulled her by the wrist, causing her to lose her balance.

It was obvious that I had taken her by surprise. The expression on her face clearly showed it. Her gaze was in stark contrast to her relaxed body resting on mine. Maybe the movement of bringing her in my arms was excessive, maybe even strange, but I felt it was the right moment, and it came spontaneously.

"What are you doing…" it could have been a question, but it wasn't just the tone of her voice that betrayed desire, it was the movement that followed: she climbed into my lap, allowing my hands to accompany her. She let my hands roam gently over her body, my fingers drawing shapes until they stopped at the curve of her waist.

"What do I… Good question." I whispered after bringing our faces closer. I could feel her breath on my lips, and then I brought mine close to her ear. I smiled wickedly as I continued to whisper to her, "I'm doing what we've both been thinking about the last few days we've been in this alley together."
She shook her head once and looked at me.

"It is not a good idea."
"Why don't you stop me then?"
"I do not know."

"Lies," I answered her sternly. He knows very well what he wants, as I do. I can tell by her posture: it was resting on mine, left in the arms of a man she didn't know, and yet she didn't back down. Our upper bodies lightly touched, and she quickly passed out.

"What do you want me to tell you;" she asked and placed the palms of her hands on my shoulders, the movement so spontaneous it made me lose my sanity for a moment. I hugged her waist and pulled her sharply against my sternum. Her lips were so close that I could feel them on mine.

"Talk to me. Tell me what I want to hear” I ordered. The tone of my voice deepened. Maybe I confused her. Maybe she didn't understand what I meant, but for some reason, I think she understood exactly what I wanted to hear from her.

"Kiss me," she whispered and wrapped her thighs around me. I lost them. It was as if a magical veil had lost its power, and I unwrapped myself from it, regenerating a new drive within me. I wrapped my palm around the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. She sighed, her lips parted, inviting me to kiss her with the intense passion she was showing me.

I wanted her. I wanted her at that moment, so much so that I forgot the fact that I was drunk to the point where she had to help me. But he didn't leave me in the dark for long.

"You're drunk," she said, and her harsh tone dispelled the fog that had covered my mind after the kiss.