Eyes closed, I fell into memories of a girl. The one I’d dreamed about. My curiosity heightened, and as she lifted her hand to push me away, I snatched up her wrist and held her pinned, reveling in her taste. The fight in her fizzled, and she melted against me, her fingers curling into my jacket. When I pulled away from her, the look in her eyes, a cross between fear and wonder, held me captivated a moment longer, before I realized the crowd of men had dispersed.
