Astrid felt a sense of weightlessness. Her vision was pitch black. A thin claw of a silver mist started coiling itself building up its size. A piece of slow music could be heard in the background. As the tempo increase, the silver mist formed a faint shape of a man. She tried groping it but the `man' disappeared only to reappear beside her. The silver mist of a man turn to face her and Astrid screamed in the silence seeing it was a blank face, devoid of any eyes, nose, and mouth! Fuck, what was that?
Ace tried to keep his mind off Astrid who was sitting on his lap, head on his neck, every inhales and exhale like wisps of desire strangling him, enticing him to explore her body. Why did he feel like this towards her? He did not deny the attraction he had for her. But seeing her drunk like this and almost on verge of losing herself had he not shown up, made his jaw tick in stress.
