The gentle breeze from the fan lolled around her forehead locks.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

She rolled her eyes.

Not mockingly.

But towards the corner of the room, beckoning me.

Perhaps where we could make out a bit.

Let our passions out.

Against the wall.

Buried in the nook.

Face on face.

Body on body.

Breathing each other’s steamy gasps.

Kissing and fussing.

Daring the moment’s advantage.

I gulped and sighed.

Questioning…

Am I to be a lover or a stranger?