It was as if we were kids again. It was as if I wasn't even me anymore. I didn't care about my morals. I didn't even care about his fiancé, I just wanted him.
At the end of the second song, we kissed. It was as if a bomb exploded. Almost immediately our tongues were down each other's throats. We had to part sometime and when we did both surprised at the sudden loss of control. But it didn't help any because the next thing I knew I was in his car and we were going to Harold's place. I knew something would happen but I didn't know how far.
Once inside our lips met again. In a heated rush we disposed of our clothes. Not wasting anytime by going upstairs, I was softly laid on the couch. He had built up a lot I noticed, he was hotter, stronger. I felt his hands on my back which brought a peaceful sense to it all. He soon came into my body. I felt complete and whole, not just because we were having sex but because we were together. Losing my thoughts, as I lost all the control I had, we continued. Rhythmically moving on and on. Our passion continuing to explode until it could be handled no more. It wasn't just a physical act though. I was satisfied mentally too. Maybe because I was around him. I was just too exhausted to thoroughly think that out. Sleep soon just came, leaving reality behind.
I awoke on the bed Harold had been letting me use, in Brian's arms. The feeling of his chest right beside my cheek brought such content-ness. I was with him still and that was all that mattered. Not meaning to I let sleep overcome me once more, at peace with myself and the surrounding world.