She saw me from across the room. I was in the crowd yet alone.

She said her name was Amber.

She said she couldn't resist talking to me, given the colour of my hair.

She laughed when she saw that my blush was more red than amber.

She kissed me.

She asked me if I wanted her to stop. I couldn't even speak, so simply shook my head. No.

She bought me a whisky, and now the amber liquid burned my throat.

She needed another drink and I bought her one. Her red lips caressed the glass. Red, not amber.

She kissed me again.

She left the bar, pulling me behind her like a frigate leading a ship of the line. To battle.

She took me to her room.

She paused before the door.

She unlocked it and pulled me through in one motion.

She kissed me. I kissed her.

She peeled clothes from my body as if each item could be harmful unless removed in just the right way. I was helpless.

She kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed.

She loved me.

She said her name was Amber.

She stole my soul that night.

I was happy to give it to her.