The dress was entirely see-through. Not quite lace, but sheer? She didn’t wear a bra, that was clear, and her back muscles moved under the neon bar lights. Fuck. The same magnetic pull took hold of me, the one where I forgot everything besides her, and I gently yanked her back outside by her wrist. “What—” I crushed my mouth against hers, pulling her tight against my chest and wrapping my arm around the back of her waist. She tasted like mint and coffee, and she nipped my bottom lip as I grazed her spine with my other hand.
