Alex stumbled down the stairs, his senses overwhelmed.
Every sound, every scent, seemed heightened, honed in on a single, primal urge.
His gaze darted to the couch where Alice sat, engrossed on the TV.
She looked up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw him.
That smile was a beacon, drawing him in with irresistible force.
"Hey," she said.
"Hello-" The word caught in his throat, unable to form a coherent response.
His eyes locked onto hers, a storm gathering behind them.
He could see the confusion flicker across her face, replaced with a curious, playful grin.
"You seem a little distracted," she teased, standing up.
She clearly seemed to want to have sex as well.
Before he could speak, he was crossing the space between them, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek.
Her skin felt like silk beneath his touch, sending a shiver through him.
"Alex?" she blushed, expecting a kiss.
