My lights were out, I lit a candle, and Lana Del Rey’s “Body Electric” was softly playing from my laptop on the nightstand. I was lounging on my back with my arms and legs sprawled over the large bed. It was peaceful and serene just laying here. No one else was home; no one was here to bother me, to disturb me from my momentary trance. I felt the bed move and shake, and my eyes opened wide. I looked left, and he was next to me, Leo, my best guy friend, and he laid down next to me.

“Hey, you,” he whispered with a smile.

“Hey,” I said nervously. “Umm, what are you doing here?”

He laughed. “You always complained about how I never come to see you, so I came to see you.”

“Well you could have at least knocked. It’s one in the morning!” A shiver suddenly ripped through me, and I realized that my small candle wasn’t doing anything for me. Leo pulled the covers up to my legs and inched closer to me, his face just inches from mine. “Why did you come here so late anyway?”

“I just wanted to see my best girl friend in the whole world.” He placed his hand on my arm and started rubbing it softly, warming me up with his touch. Something ignited in me, and I couldn’t tell if it was just warmth or lust… But it was exciting. And all from his touch.

We sat there for a few more minutes just talking and laughing quietly, Lana Del Rey still serenading us in the background. Then something happened. When we stopped talking, Lana’s voice became lustful, crazed, and we both felt the change in atmosphere in the room. The candle flickered wildly, and we just sat in the stillness, silently trying to read each other. His fingers trailed across my skin still, still shooting electric currents through me, setting my body on fire. The tension was there, it was intense, and it was going to break soon. His fingers traced from my wrist up past my elbow, to my shoulder and stopped on my chin, holding my head in place so I could look him in the eye. Before I could reject, he leaned forward an inch and pressed his lips against mine. They were warm and full, and he kissed me softly. I felt so overpowered and overwhelmed. His hand wrapped around my waist, his fingertips dragging across the skin that he passed to get there. His warm hands fondled with the bottom of my shirt and the waistline of my shorts, and his tongue licked around my lips, begging them to part. When they did—or when I allowed them to—our tongues danced together playfully, twirling around each other and fighting for dominance. But I didn’t want to dominate. I wanted him to dominate me, to make me his, and to consume me and this burning desire that I had.

He flipped me over and laid me on my back, his body pressed against me. He placed himself between my legs and continued kissing me, softly biting and tugging on my lover lip and moving my arms and pinning them above my head. It was getting hotter in the room, even when he pulled his lips away from mine and stared hungrily into my eyes. He moved down and slid himself further down my body, touching and feeling me all over.