You leaned in and kissed him.
It was dark, yet light enough for people in the crowd to see. You pulled him in closer, lips strong, tongues probing, as his stubble rubbed against yours.
Those close by watched with mouths agape, as tentatively his tongue began to explore your mouth, my hand pushing on the back of your head, encouraging you, forcing you in closer and deeper.
The pressure of my hand pushing you to know without doubt what I wanted.
Your legs begin shaking as your knees begin to bend. Your mouth working its way down his body.
You knew what lay ahead.
You knew where your mouth was heading. You knew what you had to do, albeit not really wanting to do it.