To dance, guzzle free drinks, find a bed for the night.
Three to choose between. A charming Daddy, all grizzled and gruff. And the baby-faced boy who still hadn’t developed tastebuds for anything beyond fruity cider. And then her, an absolute
Bewitching in a chestnut fur stole. Whirling, twirling, a swirl of honey in the middle of the dancefloor. So hot.
A night entwined. Electric, enchanting. Bare skin. Just right.
Falling head over. Too big. Too soon.
Morning breath like cold porridge.
The word was ALONE