I couldn't help but grin. This was exactly what wasn't supposed to happen, but it ended up happening anyway. It was inevitable, she was beautiful and I've had my eye on her the moment I met her. I managed for a while though to keep it just business, but I think all bets were off the moment we had that food fight. That was disgusting. My fingers curled around hers as we walked down the sidewalk and back to my apartment, just one thing on both of our minds.
From out of the blue, I pulled her toward me and coaxed her back against the side of a building. "I don't dance," I reminded her before leaning in and kissing her this time. She had me, whether she wanted me or not. I was pulled in and I hardly ever let go. Giving her a shy smile, I pulled away and pulled her along.
"So, it only takes one drink for Emily to take a pretty boy back to the apartment?" I asked her as I raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but tease her, but I couldn't help but being right. I had the sneaky suspicion that this would eventually happen. Even that night she caught me spying on her.
We walked up the steps and I pushed open the door. I hadn't even closed the door yet and she was pulling me toward her and before I knew it, clothes were coming undone. Shrugging my coat off, I tossed it on the table and grinned in her direction.
"You were right about one thing, though wrong about two," I said as I made my way toward her. I do not have a wife, or kids, but I am extremely crazy about you."