A heat wave crashes into my body and I tug at the collar of my winter coat. I could take this thing off and probably still sweat. The memories of his mouth moving against mine and how his hands pressed into my body flood my brain. I lick my lips in anticipation. I crave for him to kiss me again, but... <i> “Are you going to call me after?” </i><br />A small grin plays on his lips. <i> “You aren’t going to cut me any slack, are you?” </i><br />It’s like he’s begging me to tease him, and without thought, I slide back to the braver girl at the bar. <i> “Is that a problem?” </i><br />He shakes his head. <i> “Not from you.” </i>