Nicole Alvy

From the Green Room to Forever

I was on the dance floor when I spun around and noticed him standing at the bar, staring at me. He raised his glass, and I could read his lips saying, "join me?". I never do things like this. My mother always told me never to talk to strangers. I could tell even from afar he had a presence. I walked toward him, nervously biting my lip. He was about six feet tall, with tousled sable hair. As I got closer, I noticed he had piercing green eyes. When I approached him, he smelled of bourbon and musk. The scent was intoxicating. This was a real man, I thought. I had never seen anyone like him. He was wearing worn jeans and a black shirt, a little unbuttoned enough that I could see he was cut like a Greek god. He asked if I wanted a drink, which of course I said yes, but I should have said no. I've had one too many already. We finished our drinks and went back out on the dance floor. I guess my friends got tired, as I noticed they were now sitting down, giving me the thumbs up as I followed him. We danced all night, sweat dripping off of our bodies. As I writhed up against him, his mouth was all over me. He sunk his teeth into my neck, and my blood boiled. It wasn't painful, it was erotic. That's when I realized......