Have you ever seen walking sex? Hell, have you ever had walking sex?
That was Kate. By day, she had a smile that could halt the tears of a screaming five-year-old in her class. By night, that night especially, she had pursed lips that resulted in a severe test of any mans, or woman’s, self-control.
We were standing and kissing passionately on a deserted tube carriage, having done so since the carriage was decidedly less so. Well, nearly. Our sole company was a couple in the corner giving us a collective dirty look. We didn’t care, we were headed back to my place after a party and, really, this was the most PG way we could occupy the train and make the commute with someone else around. We were honestly doing them a favour.
She broke the kiss and looked around as we pulled into Chorleywood. I licked her neck through her curls, the colour of copper, and her body shivered in my embrace. Her sky-blue eyes turned to me, eyes heavy with makeup and mascara. “I think our… friends…” she nodded over behind me, I didn’t turn, “are leaving, unhappy with us.”