When I walked in, I was amazed by the number of people in the club. There were so many on the dance floor getting down. I noticed Chanell, Syn, and even Kim getting their groove on, too. The girls looked like they were having a blast. I just played the bar with my crutches. My cramps had subsided as did my backache and the swelling in my foot had improved. I was grateful for the relief. I ordered a drink and was entertained by the happenings of the dance floor.
I sat there for a little while when I felt a strong magnetic presence behind me causing the hairs on my neck to go erect. I heard him order a drink and almost as soon as I realized it was Azmir he grabbed me from behind and I craned my neck to look at him before I was turned completely around. His heated eyes glimmered down on me and my spine shivered from the top of my neck to the beginnings of my rear. I got lost drinking him in. Azmir was far more relaxed than he was in the past thirty-six hours, more salacious than he had been the entire trip. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. I don’t know if the liquor had settled in so quickly or I was just riding high on emotions but I took it even further and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him on the lips.
That first kiss—our first kiss—was just a closed mouth peck but it easily flowed into me slipping my tongue in his mouth, he grabbed the small of my back as he reciprocated. Heat flushed my body and I felt the heaviness of my breasts pounding through the tank portion of my dress. Azmir’s mouth was cool and his tongue was agile. His mouth carried a scent that appealed to every morsel of my body. His kiss was so dapper, so neat, so perfect. It was a kiss that stopped the Earth’s spin on its axis. I would soon learn that my world in many ways would speed up at the ignition of this kiss. I wanted him so bad. It was in that moment I realized that Michelle was right. All of the events of the past few days were simply coincidental. I was young and needed companionship and he obviously wanted to convene with me so why not enjoy it! We kissed for what seemed like ten minutes. He pulled from me much to my dismay.
“Let’s go and talk outside.” He snatched up my crutches and we walked out.
On the beach, next to a bonfire we sat and talked. We could hear the echoes of the bass from the music in the club. Azmir apologized intently and once again for the calamities that took place over the past few days. I told him that although I understood it wasn’t his fault, I appreciated his etiquette. We took the opportunity to chat a bit. He asked about my ex-boyfriend and I gave him some indistinct story of a failed relationship. After my reciprocation of the question, he told me about his recent breakup with some high-maintenance and pretentious, from what I gathered, woman. Once again, our conversation flowed well, too well.