My mind screamed for me to push him away. This was a total stranger. But my body desperately begged for him to keep going. He wasn’t… entirely strange. I knew him once, and I did love him then. It wasn’t until someone knocked, that I remembered we were in a public bathroom at a bar. I shoved him away and straightened my dress. “Occupied!” “Yeah it is,” Constantine tried to touch me again but I put my hands up. “No, we can’t do this here. We shouldn’t be doing it at all.” I glanced at my flushed reflection and scowled. What was happening?
