What am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. This is crazy. And dangerous.
He’s standing so close to me. I’m pressed up against a wall. I can’t step back to make a space between us. He’s looking down at me, a smile – not quite a wolf’s smile – is playing at his lips. I think I hear a low rumble in his chest – hear it? Or do I feel it?
I only had a couple drinks. Why did I agree to come home with them?
Them? Oh yes, there’s another one. I think he’s in the kitchen making us drinks.
My brains all foggy. It can’t be the alcohol, I only had three. It must be the adrenaline. Or the fear. Anything could happen. I have no control here.
He must see my fear. He – Gary, I think. Yes, Gary with subtle streaks of gray in his hair. He holds my face with both hands. He tilts my head back and leans down to kiss me.
His lips are soft, his beard tickles my chin. His kiss is strong, possessive – but not invasive. It kind of reassures me.