Imagine: we are sitting in a crowded place, there is noise, conversations, music... but I care about only one thing - your eyes. I look at you and I know that you understand. Without words. Without hints. Just pure desire that grows with every moment.

I play with a glass of wine, my fingers lazily sliding over the glass. You follow my every move, and I like to bring you to the limit. Our silence becomes unbearably loud.

You can't stand it. You lean towards me and say something quietly, but I don't care what exactly. The main thing is your voice, your breath, your closeness. At this moment, the whole world disappears, and only we remain.

There is only one question: how much longer can we endure before this fire really flares up?