And you told me that you were having friends over and that you were going to leave me in there for a while. But you left music on and put a mask on me... So as you leave the room you quickly get me off once and then I hear you leave but the door doesn't click shut. So I start panicking a little wondering if you didn't know that it wasn't shut or if it was on purpose. After what feels like ages I start to hear you and your friends and it sounds like your in the room next to me. Then I hear you. ”Miranda grabbed my hand. I didn’t pull back. Her soft, gentle touch felt incredible for some reason. Fuck.Thankfully Miranda lived a few minutes from the restaurant. The drive back to her place was strange. She didn’t speak. Not once. I thought she might be getting sick from drinking so much, but she seemed fine. I guess she’s sad this is the last time we’ll be hanging out. Oh well.I pulled into her driveway and walked her to the door.“Thank you. I mean that. This night was magical. I had such. He was thinking of the beautiful girl opposite him, her simple, yet tantalizing shape and demeanor. She looked so precious, and yet so luscious. He wanted to pinch her cheek. Or kiss her cheek. Or kiss her lips.His mind began to wander. He imagined her lips melting against his, his tongue probing greedily into her mouth. He thought of her chest pressed against his, her breathing starting to quicken. He wondered what it would be like to lower the zipper of those jeans, to see her waist wiggle as. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my girlfriend's green Prius drive by the paver. I didn't really think anything of it at the time but Sylvia passed by the paver and parked a little further down the road and got out of her car. She had made a lunch for me and was bringing it to me. That was very nice of her but the thing that caused the chaos was how she was dressed. I had my back to the direction from which Sylvia was coming and I was talking to the paving supervisor. Suddenly I noticed that.