Suspicious?

I wrap my arms around his warm broad shoulders, and intwine my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. My heart pounds in time with his, and the rest of the people in the club become small unnoticable dots. Nothing else matters; only him.

I place my hands on his cheeks, and kiss his neck. But... I say protesting.

I stomp my foot angerly, and look up in his eyes that no longer seem so threatening. Its not fair! I cry out in frustration.

We'll sneak out late at night to see each other. I say simply thinking it was not at all that easy.

Why do they have to know? I ask him, clinging on to his shirt.

Good. I manage to murmur, before I stand on my tippy toes, and kiss him again, getting lost in the heat of our bodies, and the pounding of the music.

I look out side the door, and see that it is almost dusk. I pull back. I have to go. I tell him. I kiss him on the cheek one last time. Then I walk through the bar, I hadnt even noticed that the crowd had dwindled to the few too tipsy to drive.

As I walk out, I blow him a kiss, and wave goodbye. Then I close the door behind me, and hop into my car.