he tastes like cigarettes and you swear there's fireworks going off in your head as you wrap your arms around his neck, unable to deny the urge to pull him closer. you know deep in your gut, where your stomach is in knots from both excitement and nerves, that this is a slippery slope you've started down. that one kiss can lead to more far too easily, and now that you've gotten a taste you know that's exactly what you want, even if it's exactly what you shouldn't have.

you're breathless when the kiss finally ends, and the lightheaded feeling remains as you walk back to the hotel, your hands brushing against each other, your fingers occasionally linking, bringing a grin to your lips each time it happens.

you talk like you always do, random subjects, lots of questions, but everything feels more charged. you clasp your hands together in front of you while you're in the elevator to keep yourself from simply grabbing him, the temptation filling your head with vivid ideas, thoughts that continue to cloud your mind as you wind up at the door to your room.

do you...