Kate looks amazing.

I noticed long ago her lovely figure, so beautiful and pale, but in the dress she's in… it's stunning. The dress perfectly clings to every curve of her body, the deep scoop neck displays the adorable freckles that shower her collarbone, with just a hint of cleavage, so very tasteful and so very Kate. The dark color of the dress offsets her pale skin and makes it seem even silkier and creamier than usual. Her shoes make her legs look like pieces of chiseled marble and they seem to stretch on forever before touching the hem of her skirt. Her eye makeup makes her green-hazel eyes seem greener than ever and shine like stars. Her hair frames her face in a way that could only be natural, as the dark brown waves seem to accent every feature, from her petite nose to her freckled cheeks, her full, red lips and her lovely jawline. I nearly lost the battle not to drool. I've chased after so many girls – women, sorry Kate – but never have I ever seen someone so beautiful, or feel so strongly about her. They'd always been the "fun while it lasted" type of girls, not like Kate. Not someone who is tough enough to put me in my place, professional enough to be my partner at work, and sexy enough to mentally bring me to my knees, though she doesn't know that.

We walk into the club where, as a VIP member, I reserved us a booth slightly off to the side where we could be part of the fun, but it wouldn't be too loud for conversation. As soon as we sit, a waiter rushes over to us, and we both order a beer.

At first, there is an awkward silence between us, but as soon as we've had a couple sips of our drinks, we slip easily into conversation.

She explains how she hated growing up the baby of the family, and the reason she is so tough is because she had three insane older brothers and one ignorant older sister. I explain how my childhood wasn't a fairytale either with my Mom dying when I was young leaving only my endlessly unpleased Dad. After we finish our first beers, we order a second round and move onto a happier subject, laughing over our victories with poor Probie.

Time passes, and somewhere around each of our fourth beers, we get up and dance. The music is so loud it makes the floor vibrate, and therefore the ability to talk is gone. In a half daze, we dance, and somehow, we end up where her back is against my stomach, her arms around my neck, fingers entwined in my hair as my hands are clasped on either side of her waist. She seems to be using me as a stripper pole, moving her body to the beat, her hips twisting back and forth under my fingers as she whirls up, down, and around my body. When we tire of dancing, we stumble back to the table where we order two perfect martinis stirred on the rocks.

Both our speech is slurred, hers far worse then mine. After we finish our martinis, we order two rounds of shots. Rounding up a couple of strangers, we play "Never Have I Ever" and "Little Green Village". The latter of the two games ends when one of the women we were playing with threw up onto the table. By now, Kate, who it appears has done everything, and can't figure out a simple riddle (I'd played "little green Village" before) is completely wasted, and I am nearly there as well.

The rest is just flashes, until we leave.

Kate dancing on a table.

Me ripping my shirt off.

Kate throwing up on my shoes.

Me throwing up on some rando's shoes.

Somewhere in there, Kate and I dance with a couple of strippers.

Then, security helps us out of our chairs and pushes us out the door.

We stumble towards my apartment, her heels in her hands and me practically carrying her, my shirt MIA.

I finally get my apartment door open, and both of us inside, door shut. No sooner then I do, she pushes up against me, ramming me into the front door and as she does, she grabs my head, and slams her mouth into mine with a ferocity I had never seen before in her. Before I know it, my fingers are fumbling for the zipper of her dress while she works on the button of my pants, our mouths glued together, as we stumble around the apartment, making our way to my bed. I fumble with her bra, trying to figure out if it opens in the front or back when we finally collapse into my bed.

The first thing I feel is a splitting headache. I groan, wondering just what I had done last night that resulted in the hangover I am feeling now. I roll over and realise I'm not alone. My eyes flicker open and take in the back of a slender, dark-haired woman, but it's too bright to keep my eyes open so I simply wrap my arms around her. I'm still too muddled to bother figuring out who's with me. She cuddles up closer to me, and I allow her to curl into me, and I gently try to rub away the goosebumps on her shoulders. She welcomes my touch, snuggling even closer into my chest and I bury my face in her hair. I smile. Something about the way she smells is familiar, but I just can't place it, and the headache is getting worse…maybe I'll just drift for an hour…