Midnight Encounter

As we pulled away from each other, gasping for air, Tom smiled and took my hand, leading me out of the club. "Would you rather go to my place or yours?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I thought for a moment, considering the distance and the fact that I was already feeling a little lightheaded from the kiss. "Mine's closer," I said, smiling up at him. He nodded, and we hailed a taxi on the street. The ride was short, and before I knew it, we were pulling up in front of my apartment building. Tom paid the driver, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk, his arm wrapping around my waist as we walked into the lobby. As we rode the elevator up to my floor, the tension between us was palpable. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, wondering what the rest of the night had in store. When we stepped into my apartment, Tom looked around, taking in the cozy decor. "Your place is lovely," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back, feeling a little self-conscious. "Thanks, I just moved in a few months ago." Tom walked over to the window, looking out at the city view. I watched him, taking in the way the dim light of the apartment highlighted the lines of his face. As I walked over to him, he turned and caught me in his arms, pulling me close. "I've been wanting to do this all night," he said, his voice low and husky. And with that, he kissed me again, this time with a sense of urgency and passion that left me breathless. We stumbled backward, falling onto the couch, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him, how much I wanted this night to never end. As we broke apart for air, Tom looked at me, his eyes burning with desire. "I want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "I want you too," I replied, my voice trembling. Tom stood up, pulling me into his arms, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would change everything.