Maybe There is Such a Thing as a Perfect Stranger...

Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. That you're hungry for passion, for excitement, starved of adventure but you're too shy to admit it to the world.

He leans in again, slower this time but with a little more intent, taking your lips as his other hand reaches for your hair, brushing lightly down your cheek. He feels your breathing quicken, your cheeks burning red with wanting. You taste sweet, a minty strawberry warmth spilling across his tongue.

"We're two complete strangers… I've never done this before," you whisper softly into his ear.

Your words hit him like a perfect aphrodisiac in the late-summer heat. The whole scenario growing hotter the more he thinks about it. He holds his mouth to your ear and whispers back, one hand cradling your neck, the other gathering a fistful of your hair as your heart hammers…