I finally manage the courage to embrace him, and I start crying like a fucking idiot. I close my eyes and snuggle into him. He doesn't move. I keep still too, but the tears keep coming, and I can't stop them. There's no one to stare at us, and nothing worldly to worry about. It's just me and him. I need to catch my breath. I just had to make things awkward...

I manage to get my shit together and stop bawling like a stupid loser. I move to look up at him, and he moves back, still holding me. He just looks at me, and then leans down and kisses me. He moves his hands up and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. He's so sweet; and his hair really is orange. He looks a bit silly, honestly, but I'm sure he could say the same for me. He breaks our kiss, and without saying anything, grabs my hand and leads me out of the book section. We get outside and just start waking. The rain has finally let up and it looks pretty clear out. He isn't looking at me, but still holding my hand, like he's looking for something else. We walk past a big fountain and the park, and finally past a bridal shop. He's still leading me. I have time to really study him, all of him. His hair is really spiky, short in the back and longer in the front. The spikes looks fluffy and soft. Holding his hand make me warm, and I really want to smile, but I'm still feeling surprised about all of this. We reach an alley and walk a little ways back, and then he stops suddenly and turns to face me. He doesn't let go of my hand, but walks toward me so my back is up against the wall, and I can't escape. I start to say something, anything, just to figure out what the hell we're doing back here but he pushes me, forces me hard against the wall, and kisses me deeply. He moves his arms put and puts his hands on my shoulders. I'm almost out of breath and kind of panting as me moves back and breaks our kiss.

"I never thought I would see you again." His speech is sudden, but he trails off quickly. He's searching for the same words I am. I'm not sure what to do. I just need to listen. He pulls my hand close to his chest.

"I had a really, really great time last night. I'd really like it if..."

"I-if?"

"I mean...I'd like it if we started dating."

He finished his sentence softly. His voice level is rather low now, almost a whisper.

"I want to be with you."

This is so sudden, almost spontaneous. I'm waiting for him to start laughing or punch my shoulder and tell me he's joking or something. He doesn't. He's being dead serious. He just stands there, staring at me. I want to look away, but I'm caught and held by his gaze. He squeezes my hand against his chest. He leans forward, ready to kiss me again.

"W-wait!" I almost scream at him.

"W-wait. I...I just need to know what happened last night, please. I honestly can't remember anything. Please, please just tell me."

I'm so scared. I stopped him though, for now. Even if I'm only postponing what will happen inevitable. He still might try it again...

"Last night...At the bar or my apartment?" He grinned as he said the last part, and I was caught off guard as he started laughing at me. He's still so close to me.

"A-all of it, p-please..."

I can't say anything anymore. I'm overwhelmed with the current situation. He leans in and kisses me again. This feels so right, so good. I don't want to stop him anymore. He's so warm. I can't help it; I let a light moan out, its muffled and light because of his mouth covering mine. He moves his tongue around mine, then underneath. I shut my eyes tight. My body wants this, and it won't let me say no. I don't really know what I want right now, but I know I want more of this. I open my mouth a little wider, and press against him. I move my tongue around his, not really knowing what I'm doing. He seems to like it. I can feel him smile through our hot, wet kiss. This little space makes me realize how much air I'm missing and I gasp for breath. He breaks the kiss. I breathe out hard, and he pushes me against the wall again, I open my eyes suddenly, in enough time to see him move forward and unbutton my jacket. He moves his hand underneath my shirt, a little too quickly. I shiver at his sudden touch. My body feels hot all over, I can't stop myself from breathing out hard again, he notices that he's getting somewhere with this, He moves his hand up, the around my side, and strokes my body slowly.

"But you've gotta remember this, right?"

He moves his hand up quickly and touches my nipple, and I let out another haughty gasp. I turn my head. I can't look at him. This feels weird. I just wanted to know what happened last night, and it's turned into this. What exactly is he planning to do? Show me? He moves closer to me, his face so close to my neck I can feel him breathe and shiver again. Just that one small movement, and then he flicks his tongue over my neck, and I can't take it anymore.

I grab him and pull him close to me. I'm panting for breath again. He licks my neck over and over until it feels wet and slippery. The sickly sweet sounds I'm letting out embarrass me to the point where I focus on nothing else but covering my mouth. He takes the opportunity to feel around my body. I feel like I'm about to pass out.

He whispers into my ear.

"We met at the bar, remember. Your co-workers introduced you to me. Then we went our separate ways. Your buddies were having too much of a good time with the strippers, to watch how much you had to drink."

I move my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me, and run my hands through his hair.

"I watched you all night. You tried to stay in the lounge as long as possible, but the longer you sat there, the more the alcohol took effect. Your dumb ass friends left without you, so I figured I had no choice but to..."

He planted soft kisses down my neck, and pushed his leg between mine, moving up against the wall until I could feel him right between my legs, next to a spot that was getting more sensitive by the second.

"I took you home. I couldn't help myself."

I have little flashbacks of getting in his car, a flight of stairs, white carpet, light tiles, so many stairs. How drunk was I?

More kisses down my neck. My head feels heavy. I lean back against the wall. I'm breathing faster now, trying to think about anything else, something far away, so that I don't get hard while he's pressing against me. That would be so embarrassing...

He stops everything and moves away from me. I must look like a total mess by now. I move away from the wall, take a few steps, and sort of throw myself at him. He hugs me and holds me. It doesn't feel weird at all. I really like it.

"Come on, let's go back to my place." He smiles at me.

And then I really did pass out.