We were only one drink in. The two of them on the opposite side of the booth from me. One solitary drink each and I could already feel myself blushing. What started as gentle hints of red on my cheeks grew progressively deeper and deeper in shade. The way she toyed with her hair as she hung on his every word. The gradual change in his voice as the two of them slid closer anf closer together. There was a delightful pain in the corners of my mouth from the way they made me smile. That smile growing more and more into a lip bite with every devilish glance James’ eyes shot into mine as his strong, firm hand moved gradually up underneath Leah’s short, black skirt. The gentle movement of his fingertips dancing visibly from the outside of her skirt, like a silhouette of the promise ahead.