His fingers traced my spine, gentle and slow, as he continued to whisper lyrics in my ear. His breath, warm on my skin, stirred something inside me, I felt my body grow hot and I couldn’t think of anything or anyone I wanted in that moment more than him. He made a line of kisses from the tip of ear down to the base of my neck, then my chin, and finally his lips were on mine. I let go of his hand and wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist. I was titillated with desire, and I could tell from the way he caressed my body that he felt the same. We stayed like this, in suspended time where the minutes passed like seconds, until my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from my mom.