You met her in the hotel bathroom. You knew who she was and she knew who you were. It was supposed to be a simple meeting after the party to discuss the details about the photoshoot but then you found yourself lost in those dark green-blue eyes.

You've had too many drinks and so had she. It didn't take long before clothes were thrown and messy kisses were planted all over the soft skin. A night in Paris was all it took for a professional relationship to become an affair.

Sneaking off of parties, meeting in secret and memorizing each other's taste became a routine. No one knew about the two of you, no friends, no family, and especially not the press. For everyone, you two were just two professional partners, nothing else.

Tonight is yet another night that you two sneak off of a boring party full of fake-smiles and foolish conversations people. It was messy, passionate and lustful. You can still feel that good bubbling feeling in your chest as you feel the other woman close.

She is resting on your stomach, her fingers running up and down your side in a mindless motion. You can still feel her in your mouth, in your body and in everything.