With liquor in her veins and a storm in her heart, she traced his lips with the tip of her finger and felt relief. Here is a man who does not flinch and pull away at her touch. He wants her, and her unwilling mouth, and the painful secrets it held back.
Eyes closed and rough hands on flushed skin, he wrapped his mouth around hers. The cracks in her resolve shuddered and swelled as his desire ran through them, breathing finite life into her parched soul. She filled her aching hands with his dark hair and sighed.
I am not yours, and you are not him, she thought.
But tonight, we can pretend.