Rendezvous

Carla showed up early, nerves humming. Waiting only made it worse. When James finally walked in she was ready to move. They barely lasted one drink before the pull got too strong. They were all over each other the rest of the night, skin against skin, mouths hungry, bodies grinding wherever the music took them. He ended up pulling out just in time, painting her pretty face while she smiled up at him, blonde hair a little wild from all the motion.