He wordlessly handed me a glass. It was already past midnight, the last few people in the bar and I didn't want to go home where no one was waiting for me anyway. From that moment on, from the moment he stared into my eyes until my whole body tingled, I had a strange feeling. I felt like he had read me all over without me having to say anything. It was as if he looked at me and ran that gaze all the way down into my heart, into my head, and between my legs too.

Two hours and a few drinks later, we were sitting in a cab and I punched the address he'd dictated to the driver into my cell phone. I sent a quick text to my friend that I was going to his apartment. The address was basically all I knew about him. It wasn't that he refused to tell me anything or that he was silent the whole time, but I didn't really find anything of interest the whole time.

Anyway, from the very first moment, I had the inexplicable feeling that I should never, under any circumstances, go to his house. Something inside me was trying to tell me loud enough to stay away from him, but it wasn't loud enough for me to hear it despite my desire. His hand squeezed my thigh."I'm glad you're coming with me, I don't like falling asleep alone either," the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but there was no smile to speak of. I could clearly sense that he was in control of me and I liked the idea.

We were already kissing in the bar. Wild, untamed and passionate. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life. Itwas intimate. His tongue darted predatorily into my mouth until it filled it and I felt like I was going to suffocate. He grabbed my chin firmly and my mouth opened. Instinctively, I sucked his tongue in and bit his lip several times. There are few things that say as much about a person as kissing. He knew it well too, because when he leaned away and moved closer to my ear through the bite to my neck, he whispered that good girls don't kiss like that. And he was right…