The dimly lit parking garage was nearly empty, our footsteps echoing against the concrete. I had walked him to his car, not expecting anything more than a quick goodbye. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he admitted, his voice husky as he stepped closer. Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled me against him, his lips crashing into mine. The cold metal of the car pressed against my back as his hands roamed my body. The faint hum of a passing car above us only added to the tension, the fear of being caught making every touch more urgent. He whispered my name between kisses, his voice dripping with need, and I couldn’t stop myself from melting into him. The smell of oil and asphalt mixed with his cologne, creating a heady mix that left me dizzy as I clung to him in the shadows.