And then I put my other hand between their thighs, over the bulge in their jeans, and I gave a small squeeze.

Sam made a sound that sounded something like, “Mmmnergh,” and dropped their forehead to my shoulder.

“Can I ask,” they spoke into my neck, their hot breath on the exposed skin there warranting them another squeeze from my hand, “what filthy thoughts you were having about, uh...me?”

“Oh, mainly that I need you inside of me, like, right now.”

My hand slid up, fingertips skirting their soft belly. Tried to slip my hand down between their jeans and their briefs, but it was too tight. Dammit, Sam, you deserved better jeans. I went for the button and zipper instead, my other hand falling down to help.

“Lily,” Sam breathed. “If you go much further, I’m going to fuck you against the wall of Moonie’s.”

“And?”

“And I really don’t want to do that. It’s probably very dirty, for one thing, and your clothes are very pretty.”

Oh. Well. They had a point there.

“Then call a fucking car, Sam,” I huffed out. And with a shaky laugh, they pulled their phone out of their back pocket, and they did.

“My place okay?” they asked.

“Yes.” My place was an absolute mess at the moment, which I hated, and I didn’t want Sam to see it. I bet their place would be nice and neat, full of interesting artifacts from around the world, whatever kinds of things history professors collected.

Professor Bell. I remembered the way their pupils had widened, back at the bar, when I’d called them that. I made a mental note to make plentiful use of the phrase over the next few hours.

When the car was requested, Sam stuck the phone back in their pocket, mumbling, “Ten minutes,” before reaching their hands around my backside and pulling me fully back to them. Their mouth went to my neck this time, sucking on my earlobe a bit, which had always been my very favorite thing, and I let myself make a purring noise as I ran my fingers through their hair. I couldn’t believe I had been nearly asleep twenty minutes ago. Every corner of me buzzed alive now, and Sam was exploring every one of those corners of me, with their mouth, with their hands over the thin fabric of my dress. And fuck, I spent two weeks getting this dress right, but how I wanted to rip it off right now so that those hands could make contact with all of my skin.