(EDITORS NOTE: This is the first post you’ll see that falls into the category of unfinished pieces. As I’ve mentioned before, I often have several items going at once and instead of holding onto them until I finally delete them, I’ve decided to publish them instead. The pieces offer no satisfaction - there is no end, and sometimes the beginning is the middle of the story…and so on. Some are fiction, others memories and still others are just thoughts….

They aren’t checked for grammar, spelling and a variety of other flaws.

Perhaps they’ll offer you something they haven’t offered me.)

I looked down at her quietly. I had one of her hands pressed back against the wall, just level with the line of my shoulder. Her other hand was secured by the grip I had on her wrist at her side. My body pinned her against the wall - one of those dark corners that seemed to fill with shadows when the music started. I could feel the vibrations of the bass in the walls and floor around us. It was loud, but we were in one of those places where two people can hold a conversation.

And I had her pressed against the wall. She stared back at me and then finally blinked after a few minutes. I shifted my gaze from her face and started to ease my hold on her. She pulled her wrist back too quickly and my grip tightened on the remaining palm. I watched her fingers curl in towards my own. She rocked her body against me - I wasn’t certain if the movement was deliberate or simply for comfort. ‘You smell good, D.’

‘Thank you. Burberry.’

‘Mmmm. I could eat you up.’ She leaned in and pressed her face against my chest and I could feel her intake of breath and its eventual exhale though the midnight blue of my shirt. I felt my body react and I moved back from her slightly. My hand released her wrist and she slid it up my chest, her fingers kneeding, coaxing. Sensation vibrated through me. I pulled back further and her hands dropped from me.

I turned and was about to walk away when she asked if I had a light. I reached into my jacket and clicked the lighter. A blue flame appeared and she leaned in, taking a puff on the cigarette as it lit. I could smell the fragrant scent of it. I took it from her and brought it to my lips and inhaled deeply. My lips parted and my eyes closed as I exhaled. ‘Fuck thats good.’

She looked up at me as she took it back from my fingers. She glanced up through her lashes at me - the look was practiced and coy. I had seen her use it on others. ‘How would you know?’