“Hey pretty girl,” he shouted, “Come here and have a drink.”

I walked over, unsteady. Partially drunk, a beer in my hand. “What’s a hot guy like you doing down in a pub like this?” I asked my voice not louder than a whisper.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold it there, Hun.” He slipped his arms around my waist and brought me to the nearest seat.

Lying there I felt secure in his arms. I too wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his brown eyes. I kissed him on the lips. I thought he would’ve rejected, but instead he pulled me in closer, his tongue searching to the back of the throat. My fingers lingered to his hair, brushing it back and forth. He was rubbing the small of my back.

“What’s your name?” my voice was raspy from the amount of alcohol I had consumed.

His hot breath brushed against my ear. It gave me a tickling sensation. “Steve.” He told me. I giggled at the sound of his name. He sure didn’t look like a Steve.

Tracing the contour of face with my finger tips, I noticed how pale his skin was. The dim lights of the disco ball brought me back to reality. We were still in the pub in downtown. “Why not come to my place, I have lots of wine at home.” I offered.

Without a word, he swept me off my feet. Yes, he literally did. He carried me to his car, unlocked it with his remote. I heard the beep and in no time I was brought home. I couldn’t figure how he knew where I lived as I had not told him where.

One minute he was next to me and the next instant he was there opening my door carrying me in the house. Where did my purse go? Oh, hells with that. A super hot dude was actually going to tuck me in bed, what more can I ask for?

“Do you know drinking under age is not appropriate?” he asked, his voice was a slur. It came out strange to my ears. I moaned.

He placed me on top of my mother’s bed. He must have mistaken it for mines. The family was out for the weekend. Some hiking trip, leaving me home alone. I would’ve thrown a party if I wasn’t so damn depressed about my break up.

I lay in bed, feeling the excessive heat radiating from my body. I started to unbutton the two top buttons of my shirt, revealing a little of my cleavage. It felt a lot better. He stood at the door, staring at me. My eyes half open, I saw him. His dark brown eyes never left me. “Come here.” I patted the empty space next to me.

He thought for a second. Thinking if he should being doing this? With a sixteen year old girl? Isn’t it illegal? Finally coming up with a conclusion that nothing’s going to happen and that he can control his urge.

“Let’s play a game.” I told him. I rubbed his chin. He looked down at me.

“What do you want play?” he asked in his husky voice.

“I want to play with you.” I teased. Tracing my fingers to his bare chest, he kissed me gently but hard at the same time. He pushed me down on the bed. He was now hovering on top me. I was breathing unsteadily. He unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and his lips searching hungrily for mines.

My hands were moving on its own, taking its stride towards his belt. His belt, where is it? When I looked down, he has already taken it off and his hands were reaching into my skirt, his fingers making a line on my leg. There was something with his icy touch that made me that give me a ticklish feeling.

I pushed myself against him my arms wrapped around his neck I take in his scent and he sniffed my hair.

“You smell like flowers. Like orchids.” He said, taking out the ribbon from my hair, letting it flow down my back. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed my cheek. For some reason I blushed.

I nibbled on his ears as his right hand made its way down the small of my back unclipping my bra. He pulled out a little, kissing me on my neck, slowly down to my collar bone. These butterfly kisses made my heart beat a little faster than usual. I stared down at him as he worked his magic towards this treasure.

It went all too fast. But I knew I enjoyed it. I was sure he had a pleasurable time too. “Steve” I had said into this ear, making him more desirable to take me in. It was like heaven. I didn’t want to leave as I hit the climax, but then the alcohol hit us both. Our energy was gone, and I closed my eyes.

“Sweet dreams, sweetie.” He said kissing my forehead before I zonked out.

The next morning the sun shown through my window or my mother’s, I really didn’t know. “Sweetie, wake up. Wake up.” Someone was shaking me awake and it was ANNOYING.

Opening my eyes just slightly, I flung a pillow at my mother. “Honey, we’re leaving now, ok? The contact number is on the table.” She said.

I shot up. What?! I flew out of bed. Checked the calendar. April 17th. Oh my God! It was just a dream. One hell of a dream, that is. I sighed, wishing it was real. I looked on the table. There stood a piece of paper with a name written on it. It was his name. Steve. And a number was written under it.

I ran out to the front door. “Mom, who’s Steve?”

“He’s Madison’s eldest son. We’re staying at his place.”

“Wait mom, I’m coming too.”

She stared at me with a puzzled look. “But I thought you don’t like hiking.”

“Well, I do now.” I smiled.