Angels' Dares (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here.

Autumn night, and the colors of this world are deeper. And our world, if you recall, was already more saturated, dripping cobalt and crimson and chocolate like the rain off my body when I slipped into that party. I found you, as expected: a wicked half-smile, bottle of beer, as many women as your free hand allowed you to count. One finger for each of them. How is it that you manage to do that?

No matter. That door's closed behind us, the party's noise receding. I am hiking through the rain again, but this time it's with you. I speed up. I shall not fall into your orbit.

I'm in the middle of the street and by the driver's door before you've time to reach out a hand, as if standing out of arm's reach means staying out of harm's way. We're a car's distance apart and still I see the horizon of your lips.