The passion and attraction she had been fighting from the moment she had seen Drake's photo on the playbill came roaring back with a vengeance and this time, she didn't bother fighting it. Instead, she reveled in it, tunneling her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to her. She felt the press of his chest against her breasts and suddenly, the room that had seemed so small before was now even smaller. Then the world began to fall away and it was just the two of them - the beginning and the end. The way it was meant to be. His lips were hard and yet somehow soft at the same time. He tasted not of vodka, but of sparkling water with lemon. Unexpected but still somehow sensual at the same time. He was also demanding, as if once he started to kiss her, he couldn't get enough. He wanted more, much more and that was evident the way his erection, harder than before which she hadn't thought was possible, pressed into her stomach. She was willing to give him all that he asked for and more.
