The club’s bass was still pounding in my chest hours later.

Mexico.

Victory.

Party…and that single point in the championship ahead of Oscar.

I could have celebrate every second and I did.

But even among a thousand lights and voices, my attention kept drifting back to her.

She was just a coincidence in my line of sight at first, but every look she gave me felt like a magnet pulling me out of everything else.

A smile. A small nod.

And I was done.

I know her. Model and good friend of Martin.

At some point I simply walked over to her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

We talked, laughed, teased each other with words and lingering glances. The tension grew with every heartbeat.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t driving me insane.

So I took her hand and pulled her toward me, and said “Come with me.”

We left the screaming colors of the club behind and stepped into the quiet night.

Outside, I breathed properly for the first time that evening. The air felt different, but nothing felt as different as she did.

A short walk. My hotel glowing like a promise.

Our steps were calm, but my thoughts were crashing into each other.

Our fingers brushed, first 'accidental'…then undeniably intentional. Now our hands are fully laced together, like it had always been meant to be.

Like we are a couple.

“You’re one point ahead of Oscar now, right?” She asks playfully.

I grin.

“Yeah. But that point isn’t the highlight of my night.” I try to sound cool, even though I'm celebrating inside.

She shakes her head with a smile, like she's catching me in a lie. “You’re bolder than I remember." She whispers.

“Is that a compliment or a warning?” I nudge her, grinning.

She just laughs, the same laugh that already drove me crazy when Martin introduced us six months ago.

In the elevator, it's so quiet I can hear my own breathing.

She slips her hand from mine to adjust her dress. My eyes follow her movements and she definitely notice it.

And I know I don't want to wait any longer.

Before the door can fully close behind us, I step closer, grab her neck gently and push her back against the mirror.

For a heartbeat, our eyes lock.

And then I kiss her.

No hesitation. No testing the waters.

A kiss filled with hours of wanting, needing, with everything unspoken and undeniable.

A hungry Kiss. All teeth and tongue.

She pulls me even closer, like being near me suddenly isn't close enough. Her breath mix with mine.

Fast, uneven, urgent.

The elevator moves way too quickly.

Bing.

I pull back just enough to lead her out, my breathing barely under control.

No sooner we step into the hallway, she pushes me against the wall again, her lips find mine like a command.

I smile agains her lips as we stumble together down the hallway, until we reach my room.

The door barely shut, before I push her agains it, one hand find the zipper of her dress, pulling it down, while my other hand pulls the back of her neck, fingers sliding in her hair.

“You’re driving me crazy, {{user}}." I whisper.

She smirks and tuggs me down to her again. My fingers work on her bra with practiced confidence.

My eyes glide over her body. I lick my tongue and kiss her jaw, down to her neck and gently bite the spot behind her ear.

"So beautiful." I murmur against her neck.

She gasps quietly, pulls away a bit and looks at me teasing. “With one hand? With how many women did you do that?”

I laugh and pull off my shirt. “Believe it or not, only with my ex.”