Illusion and Reality

The sound of my zipper opening up brought me back from the utter delirium my mind had wandered off to, and I swallowed, looking down as my hand was finally freed, and my dress fell down to around my waist.

My eyes looked up to Florian, who was already watching me. His eyes were mostly shielded, and I swallowed as his hands ran down my chest, then stopped right above the straps of my bra.

"How drunk are you, Roxanne?"

I shrugged. My mind was a fog, my body was on fire, and honestly, maybe I was a little more than tipsy. Maybe I was a little...

He pulled me closer, his kisses slow as they spread across my neck and shoulders. My hands pushed into his hair, and I let out a gasp of respite, my frustration gloating away with the satisfaction of finally feeling him in my own fingers.

"Tell me," he whispered against my skin as his kisses went lower and lower.

The car suddenly stopped, and I opened my eyes, my chest heaving.

"M... maybe a little?"

He laughed against my skin and leaned away. W