Heat

The cliche bar hookup never had appealed to me but tonight I needed something to distract me. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my bedsheets tangled in her legs then her legs tangled with his. Saw their faces glowing in shared ecstasy as they reached their peaks in unison, the single worse moment to catch your lover cheating. Not just in the act but at the height of their absolute betrayal.
    I shook my deep chestnut hair in front of my face to compose myself a brief moment. One deep breath and shot of tequila later and I was as good as new. I put on my best saucy grin and eyed the potential bed-play. Gathering my dark, silky curls in my hands then letting it spill back down my back.   
     Tonight I'll be carefree. I let my intentions display in my smokey hazel eyes. The thought of what I was potentially going to do tonight already heightening my awareness, making my skin sensitive and slightly flushed. My posture turn instantly suggestive to any paying attention. I was like an animal in heat sending signals out that almost every man within looking distance received and in return they sent me steamy looks of approval and admiration.
    But none of these men were what I was looking for. Not that I knew exactly what I was looking for, instinct said that I'd know when I found it. Heat on my back made me aware that someone was standing behind me. I tensed slightly, suddenly
feeling a little foolish for being so blatant but (...)

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