He had me up against a dirty brick wall, huskily breathing on my face, and I loved every second of it. The sun had gone down long before, but the party still raged on. The backyard where we were was empty, with the exception of a few passed-out party-goers. It wasn't the most romantic setting, but at this point I didn't care.
"Well?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. Dom and I had been dating for 6 months, almost 7. For those months we had refused to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, to the point where it was ridiculous. Clearly there was chemistry and clearly we weren't going to see anyone else anytime soon. And that was what he was asking me- to really, officially, 100% be his girlfriend. I was surprised at his passion when he kissed me. Of course I retuned the kiss, eyes slid shut and mind gone mush. We melted into each other. Our lips moved in tandem, creating our own sort of dance, one that was much more exciting than the ones at the party. He held me and I held him. But it was the way that he held me. I felt love and lust, and I felt safe in his arms. I had never felt like this before, never felt so complete. From behind me, I heard a faint "I think he's out there.", but I assumed someone was looking for one of the drunks. Gradually our lightened and our lips parted.
"Dominic Howard, you sexy beast," I managed to say. He smiled and kissed me again, this time short, but satisfying. The sliding glass door to the house opened and someone steps out. He turned to us.
"Oi! You! Dom!" Matt called, obviously pissed up, "You're kissing your girlfriend." This time we didn't object, and he looked quizzically at us. But he continued.
"Listen, how drunk are you?" he asked, then giggled.
"I'm not drunk," Dom replied, which was true. He was a designated driver that night, and I don't drink.
"I need a ride."
We walked through the house, Matt in tow, and put him in the car. I sat shotgun, while Matt curled up in the back, muttering now and again. We dropped Matt of and made sure he was OK, then drove to my place. Dom walked me to my apartment door, and I held his hand the whole way. I opened my door and turned to him. He smiled sweetly at me.
"See you later, alligator," I told him.
"In a while, crocodile," Dom told me, finishing the little ditty. We kissed goodbye and my nosy neighbor piped up.
"I don't want to see you two smooching until after you're married!" she shouted, probably waking up the whole floor. Dom laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry, Helga," I muttered. I walked over the threshold and turned to close the door.
"Sweet dreams," Dom murmured.
"Oh, I will."