"I haven't told my family anything about you. They know I'm married, to you. And they also know I drunkenly married a man in Vegas. My mom told them.

Yesterday, at family dinner. When Izzy asked why I came alone. You have no idea how fast news like that spreads. I was the first person in my family to come out publicly. The last thing I wanted was a life in the shadows and a sham marriage to a woman. And now it's a defamation of our marriage that I certainly don't want. If you let me, then you have a chance for a wonderful evening. And maybe even a beautiful night", Alec says. Still he presses me against the wall. Alec is so close to me, I can feel his breath on my lips and feel the excited beating of his heart. With every breath his chest touches mine gossamer softly. Despite our clothes, I feel it clearly.

The intense glitter in his eyes drives me crazy. The tingling in my fingertips has started again. Alec's effervescent manner undoubtedly stimulates all the senses. My fingers run frantically over the wall, the hard rough texture, the scratching only slightly alleviating the urge to reach into Alec's hair and stroke through that soft splendour again and again, pulling at the tips. For with it I elicit such sweet sounds from him that haunt me even in my dreams. At night as well as during the day. For a long time now, the sound of Alec's moans has taken the top spot in my personal hit list of the most beautiful songs. Even now, the record in my head is already beginning to spin.

Alec lets go of my collar, slowly strokes the freed hand up my neck, plays around the lobe of my ear and I lose myself in the blue of his eyes. My breathing quickens, slender fingers caress my jaw, stroke my cheek and the pronounced cheekbones. My whole body is covered with goose bumps of unimagined proportions. I tremble as his fingers run slowly and delicately over the bridge of my nose. These touches excite me greatly and I moan softly as the tip of Alec's index finger brushes tenderly against my lips. Slowly he draws a burning hot trail across my upper lip and the tingling in my body increases more and more. Sighing, Alec caresses my lower lip and I feel like I'm losing the ground beneath my feet. With soft knees and a trembling body I listen to his words and am almost going crazy. "I love the colour of your eyes." He breathes and lowers his head. I close my eyes, ready for him, his lips, his cock.

My mind has already shut down. I'm far too excited by this game, his body under my hands, I want to feel him. Again my fingers claw into the wall, the temptation is just too great. All rational thought disappears and what remains is the desire for Alec and the night of our lives.

"I love the eyeliner it adds so much to the sparkle of your beautiful eyes and makes me feel like I'm looking into liquid gold", Alec croons against my lips. I feel his breath on me and the movement of his lips ever so slightly against mine, makes the blood run rapidly through my veins. The charged atmosphere between us is almost audible. The tingle on my lips almost hurts and I moan into Alec's mouth as his tongue splits my lips and finds its way to mine.

Lovingly, tenderly, with all the feeling Alec possesses, he kisses me and our tongues don't fight. They grope carefully, asking, waiting for approval and enjoying the feeling of absolute satisfaction. Blindly, my hands find their way to Alec's body, stroking the fine fabric of his dinner jacket. Without haste, calmly and deliberately, my hands run over his stomach and chest. The silk under my hands is cool. The sudden change from warmth to cold tickles under my fingertips. My body is on fire, gently my hands glide over his body, chest, shoulders, coming to rest on his neck. I feel the heat of his skin and the pulsing of his carotid artery. Fast, fiery hot and wild, blood pumping from the heart into the body and adrenaline coursing rapidly through the veins. Constant throbbing under my fingertips, our kiss becoming more intense and even more intoxicating. Alec pressing his body against mine, the rough facade of the wall at my back pressing palpably painfully into my skin. Despite the clothes, I feel it clearly.

And there is something else I feel clearly. Alec's erection against mine. Greedily, I press my pelvis against his and push my hands into his hair. The slight tugging on the tips elicits this sweet moan from him and my heart skips a few beats. My head is spinning and I lose control of my body as Alec suddenly and completely unexpectedly pulls away from me. Surrounded by mist, I slump down on the floor beneath me, lean my head against the wall and try to catch my breath. When I open my eyes, I see Alec leaning against the opposite wall, breathing heavily and visibly aroused. His hands are in his tousled hair, his cheeks glow a soft pink and his lips are swollen, rosy and beautiful. Incessantly he tastes his lips, taking in the last taste of me and our kiss.

Loss of control. Desire. We just can't let it go. Hormones have us fully in their grip and any kind of rational thinking has long gone. Every time, over and over, when will this stop? Do I want this? Do I want it to stop? For Alec to stop touching me? That he doesn't kiss me anymore? No. I want him to kiss me, touch me, make me forget, make memories. And yet the question remains, is that all?

Almost daily I try to evoke the memories of Las Vegas. They are there. Somewhere deep inside me. I know it, can feel it. But I can't get a grip on the pieces of this infinitely large puzzle. When I close my eyes, I always see the same thing in front of me. A sequence of images that make no sense. Black hair. Blue eyes. Elvis. My body responds to Alec as if it has known him for years. As if this body, this man, is the fulfilment of my desires, my dreams. The uncertainty of what happened consumes me. This part of my life feels significant. However, the missing pieces crumble to dust as soon as I touch them with my mind. Every day. Every day for four weeks.