There is no feeling quite like having your shoulder blades shoved against a hard wall. Arms around your waist- eye to eye with an urgent need. She leads with her mouth. Not so much a question as a declaration. This quiet woman skipped small talk and went straight for large actions.
Later, she apologized and offered me a mint.
I usually brush my teeth before this sort of thing .
Her modesty has returned to the room and she averts her eyes as she covers her bare shoulders. I take the mint and say nothing.
A lack of oxygen generally limits your conversational ability.