She knew that desire was colored red, but she never actually saw it, until the moment that she did. They were standing in the vestibule of the fancy restaurant and bar, and she looked at him. The reflection in his eyes are red, his skin was red, her hand on his cheek and then his chest was red.A blur of red filled her eyes as she kissed him. She sucked on his lower lip, where there was a sweet smokiness from the scotch he had had when they were inside. Her eyes closed as she sucked on his lip, and he pulled her close.
Behind her closed eyes was red.
“I can’t wait,” she said, her lips released his and there was a soft pop only they could hear.
“Babe…” he started, his hands firmly on her ass. “Here?”
“Maybe the bathroom?”
She looked up at him, and his face was red as he looked at the cars rushing by outside through the open door in the vestibule.
They walked back inside, and on the way to the bathroom, there was a red not quite room, but a red space tucked away. There was a settee, and a mirror and the sound of the crowd was dull.
He pushed her softly into the space. In the mirror, she could see their red faces. She closed her eyes when he pulled her to him, so close she could feel red.
She could feel he was red.
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