At the dinner

This night, I was his date to his departmental dinner.

Harry was dressed in a black tux, no tie, no suit, just ironed black pants and his polished black shoe.

Since his place was closer to the venue, I met him there. Bridgette gave me the advice, the one that was getting harder to heed to everyday. The one where she told me to lock it up because he wasn't my boyfriend anymore.

I had laughed at her tone, but as I stood in front of him that night, I prayed for forgiveness because I knew I was going to sin.

His pupils looked darker, it was the same way they had looked last two months when we were still a couple and he'd kiss me in bed. The way he looked at me now was exactly how he looked at me when he'd spread my legs open with just his knee.

I tightened my hold on my black purse. 

"You look really good."

His voice pierced into whatever wall of silence that had enveloped us.
I simply smiled back in response.

"You ready?" He asked after he walked to stand directly in front of me.

"Yeah, and you don't look so bad too."

For some reason, he chuckled and led me out.
His laughter excited me, I wanted him right there, on the floor, in his room, with his door open. I wanted to just stop and kiss him, but I didn't. Instead I let him lead me out, into the night.

The night was still young, I knew there was no need to rush. We got into a cab, and the driver sped off. 

I let my mind wander to when we were together, how I'd straddle him and kiss him slowly before we'd start our days. 

I closed my eyes, remembering what his lips locked with mine felt like, that wasn't hard because we'd kissed a couple of times even after the break up. We just hadn't made it to second base, or last base.

The car came to a halt. We both opened opposite side of the passenger doors and got out. I walked over to his side to meet him dusting a speck of dust on his trousers.
"When I say you're unromantic, you'll argue it. Open door for me, zero."

"You beat me to it," he gave as an excuse.

"Hold my hand, zero." I stopped and waited for his excuse, none came.
"Come on say it, I beat you to holding my hand too."

He tucked his right hand into his right pocket and took one step away from me, in the direction of the doors of the hotel which was the venue. He took a second step, and then a third, that was when I realised that he was walking away from me, ignoring me.

I threw my hands up in frustration, "fucking walk away from things, I forgot that was your way of life."

I strolled in making sure to pass him, then I made a turn to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the sink, then switched on the tap. I didn't have time to wash my hands before he walked in surprising me.

"What are you doing here? This is for the ladies..."

"I'm sorry."

I blinked. He didn't push me to the sink or shut me up with a kiss like they used to do in the movies. He had just walked in here to tell me he was sorry. Remind me why I fell in love with such a boring man.

I retreated my hand from the running water, turned off the faucet then turned to look him in the eyes, actually to look at his lips because he was a little bit taller than me. To look at his eyes, I had to strain my neck to look up or stand on my tip toes.

"It's fine," I shook my head. "I'm not even the least pissed."

He looked at my hair that was held in a tight bun, then my made my face. His eyes drank in my black gown. 

It was a simple slightly transparent gown which went down to my knee before it slitted down to the ankles. It had two slits on either sides of my leg. His eyes didn't look down to see my black stiletto heels instead he looked at my face again.

"I'm sorry," he said for the second time that night. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not just apologizing for tonight, I'm apologizing for everything I've put you through..."

I got on my tip toes and kissed him, it was meant to be a peck to just shut him up but his lips were like a drug to me. One taste and I wanted more, so I took more.
"Don't apologise, not tonight please." An instruction or a plea, maybe it was both of them but I let the words out in between the slow passionate kiss.

I felt his lips twitch up into a smile before he said, "as long as you keep kissing me tonight, we'll have no problem with that." 

That was it, right then and there, in his arms, with our lips locked, I realised that I wanted more of more. So much more than a passionate sweet kiss. I wanted fierce kisses, I wanted tongue kisses, I wanted deep—really deep—kisses, I needed to be touched by him, I needed to be with him even if it meant breaking my rule.

I arched my back and clasped my legs together to control the heat down there.
We heard the door knob turn and in a second we tore away from each other. A girl walked in, washed her hands and walked out but not before giving us both weird stares.
As she stepped out, I bit back my laughter, Harry chocked on his, our eyes met and In that moment, we let the laughter loose.

"That was enough, I think we should go."

"Just one more kiss," Harry said before we shared our last kiss in the bathroom. We halfway jogged, halfway walked out laughing like high school kids that just outsmarted their parents. I felt alive.

For the rest of the early hours of the night, I tried to think about food, and music, and work just to keep my raging hormones to rest a little while, it got harder by the second.

I talked to a few of his friends, then a few of my friends, soon we were talking to our friends. My hands locked in his was all it took to excite me again throwing all my efforts to waste.

"Do you want to dance?"
I looked up a little bit confused, only few people were still sited. The music had changed to a soft one, I nodded.

We found a spot on the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he curled his arms around my waist, just above the curve of my bum.
Eyes staring deep into the other's soul, we began to move slowly. The music surrounded us and as I looked at him, the whole room disappeared.

"I want to kiss you again," he said under his breath.

"Me too."

"I want to do just more than kiss you."

I swallowed, "me too."

"You're not wearing any thing inside, are you?"

I coughed, then shook my head. His eyes darkened and lingered on my breast. I felt bare below his gaze and I was scared to look because I knew my nipples had betrayed me right there in the cold night.

"I want to get out of here."

He smiled at what I had said then bent a little. His lips brushed my ears.
He planted a kiss on my neck and I bit my lips, "Then let's get out."