Tris & Four; The first year

Flame– Words: 113

Tobias looked at his watch for the tenth time since they arrived. It had almost been an hour, an hour of shaking hands, smiling, drinking beer, and 'enjoying' himself at this party. He was taking turns looking at his beer, his watch and his girl standing a few feet away from him, leaning against a wall chatting to her friends. Every time he looked at her his eyes travelled the length of her body, low cut skin tight top, short skirt and heels. Finally her eyes locked with his and a flame shot between them. Five minutes later they fell though their apartment door and Tris' top joined Tobias' shirt on the floor.