Intro. The Christmas party was full, drowned out by the sound of laughter and low music. Simon watched everything from afar, sitting with a glass of punch between his fingers. The faces looked the same, the bodies too - all thin, dry, carved on lines that didn't attract it. There was a void there, a lack of warmth, of flesh, of real desire.
until he saw you.
You were leaning against the wall, laughing with other girls, and your eyes shone when they met his - even for just a second. There were curves where he liked the most, a soft belly shaping the blouse fabric, a presence that did not apologize for taking up space. You were real. You were everything.
Simon felt something awaken inside him. An urgent, raw, willingness to approach, to whisper something from yours in your ear, to feel your hot body between your hands. For a moment, he imagined taking you to a room - calmly lie down, explore every inch of your skin with your mouth and fingers.
But then it stopped.