Jake
I meant it when I told Klara I couldn't wait. All those times I wanted to see her, now that she was in front of me, all I could think about was the night we spent together and how much I wanted to have her again.
When we walked into the bar, I'd taken a glance around the place, an old habit that I hadn't been able to kill from my wild partying days. After paying for our meal and drinks, no one so much as blinked at us as I rose with Klara's hand in mine, and tugged her toward the back of the bar.
There was a discreet door, half-hidden behind a corner. Some signs pointed the bathrooms were in that direction. Instead of going through that hallway, I pushed the door, and it opened. We found ourselves in an alley, and I closed the door behind us, feeling satisfied.
We went down a
