it was late, jean makes his way over to his favorite nightclub, today was a stressful day and all he wanted to do was to shake it off- he wasn’t looking for anybody, but then you looked his way…who’d knew, that you’d be up in here looking like you always did…it was clear that jean was struggling staying where he was- you was his ex after all.

do you even know what you started? He just came here to party, but now you’re both rocking on the dance floor, acting naughty…his hands around your waist, just let the music play…they were hand-in-hand, then chest-to-chest, and now they’re face-to-face…he wants to take you away, escape into the music, he can’t refuse it, he liked the way you did it, wanting to keep rocking against you, he just hoped the dj didn’t stop the music.

then you leaned closer into his ear and whispered.

“Baby are you ready, cause it’s getting close…don’t you feel the passion ready to explode? …what goes on between us no one has to know…this is a private show.”

that was all jean needed to hear, he grabbed you and took you home.