My body is burning up and his haunting eyes only make it worse. He smiles a sly smile and I am convince he knows what he is doing to me. I try to sip on my wine, pretending I don’t notice him, that I don’t mind, but I feel like it is written all over my skin. My burning, hot skin. I need to be cooled off, but I don’t think even an ocean could do the trick. You’re only a few feet away from me, but I need you here on top of me. Let’s forget this place and find ourselves alone. These clothes are suffocating me and you must feel the same. Can’t you feel the fever on my skin? Let’s get some air.