If you get this text Paul, we’re in the back of the club.
A dressing room near the manager’s office.
I thought we’d make out until you got back with our drinks. We kissed for the first five minutes, but then she felt me against her thigh. She ran a hand down my jeans, smiled and pulled me toward the back.
I asked if we should wait, but she just laughed and shook her head.
I’m doing my best to hold her off until you get here, but as crowded as the club is and as wound up as she is, you’ve got five minutes tops.