"No, not quite. He wasn't nearly as handsome as you. Just a little troublemaker... He even stole my love letters back then. It still makes me mad when I think about it, huh!"
He jostled me a bit for no reason, making me tighten my grip around his neck.
Resting against his chest, I could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat, bringing an inexplicable sense of calm, much like when we were on the plane.
Perhaps it was the strong liquor I had consumed last night that made my thoughts uncontrollable, including my actions.
I traced his brow, following the line of his nose down to his neck, and finally resting my hand on his Adam's apple.
I watched as his Adam's apple moved, and I instinctively swallowed as well.
He finally looked at me, his eyes filled with complex emotions and a barely concealed desire.
Even in my haze, I could feel the heat rising in my face.
The air around us grew thick with tension, and I forced myself to look away.
He gently placed me on the couch in my hotel room.
He grabbed my wandering hand. "Stop moving around. You're seducing me."