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where now?’ he asked whilst trying to re gain his balance on a lamp post . I laughed as I thought he was joking, ‘I’m being serious. Why don’t we hit Camden ? Isn’t that near you?’ he asked whilst fixing his jacket . ‘ Y e a h it’s near me but we’ve got work tomorrow and after Wednesday I don’t want to give Ann any more ammunition’ I explained whilst trying to walk in a straight line.
     
    Angus stood where he was and refused to continue until I agreed to go to a bar with him in Camden . ‘I will not move until you say yes Neets and I’m your boss not Ann so forget about tomorrow!’ This feeling off danger came over me and getting completely lost in the moment , I agreed.
     
    With a wave of the hand, a taxi appeared in front of us and we were giggling all the way to Camden .
     
    The bar was already full when we got there so we manag ed to squeeze our way to the bar to order two double brandy’s and coke.
     
    It was obvious that this was another of Angus ’s haunts as after a brief conversation with one of the bar men, he gave him one of his credit cards and asked him to put our drinks on ; the young bartender took the card and placed it behind the bar, nodded and smiled.
     
    The drinks came and went and the confidence grew by the minute.
    There was a small dance floor where a few people were dancing so we decided to join them. Drunken dancing is always fun. Nobody is in time with the music and every song is, ‘your song’.
     
    As we danced to some 90s pop, Terrance Trent Da r by, ‘Sign your name’ came on and flashbacks of my ex boyfriend came flooding back and I started to get tearful, ‘Neets, what’s wrong?’ Angus asked whilst holding my shoulders in a concerned manner . ‘ S orry I’m just being silly! It just reminds me of my ex that’s all , ’ I cried. He looked at me in surprised and held me . ‘ Y ou ’ r e not being silly. But why are you crying over him? He let you go so he’s the stupid one! If I had something as precious as you I would never let it go , ’ he whispered.
     
    I moved away from him and he looked down at me.
     
    There was no laughter anymore just an intense glare from both sides .
     
    I l ooked away and he softly moved m y face towards his and leaned down to kiss me.
    It was slow and soft, very much like Sarah’s, however I didn’t pull away and the intensity got more severe.
     
    It felt like I was on fire.
     
    Every touch was like a piercing prod on my skin but it felt nice, no better than nice , it felt great.
     
    I pulled away to get some breath. In the heat of the moment I blurted out, ‘let’s go back to mine’. Without a second thought, he went to the bar to get his card, we rushed outside, hailed a taxi, continued to kiss in the back of the car without a second thought for the driver and was back at the flat in 10 minutes.
     
    As we kissed all the way up the stairs, I prayed everyone had gone out, however it was midnight now so they could be just getting back but my pray ers were answered and as we burst in, we had the flat to ourselves.
     
    With this knowledge, we began ripping each other’s clothes off.
     
    Off went the jackets and shirts, then went the shoes and trousers (my skirt was slightly more tricky as there was a catch, then the zip , but Angus ripped it open and I can’t believe I actually didn’t care that he broke my skirt!) and finally we were just in our underwear and in my bedroom.
     
    I was very happy that I managed to clean up before I went to work this morning because dirty knickers or roaming tampons packets were not a turn on not matter how much alcohol we had consumed!
     
    He had a brief look around then threw me on the bed.
     
    God, I wanted him so badly.
     
    And I could see he really wanted me too.
    Whilst kissing my lips , he took off my bra and continued to kiss down from my mouth, onto my neck . In the midst of the kisses they developed into the biting of my neck like he’d been watching ‘Queen