As we entered into her apartment, the entire place was dimly lit, and she just ended up turning on the rest of the lights.
"Red or white wine?" She asked as she sat me down.
"Hard liquor."
"Ouu… I like that. Give me a moment and I'll be right up with your order."
She left me all alone in her sitting room, and I couldn't help but admire how it had changed.
It has been a while since I have been here. Weeks… Months even.
She came back moments later with a bottle of liquor and handed me a glass.
I took it from her and tilted it, while letting her pour into my cup.
I immediately downed it, savoring in the burn as she stood and turned off some of the lights..
The liquor flowed freely, its warmth spreading through my veins.
Her apartment was dimmer now, save for the soft glow of candles scattered about it. It felt intimate, seductive, and dangerous.