The party was still going strong, but he wasn't into it. The music was too jarring, and the people were too loud. He stepped out onto the back deck, closing the sliding glass door behind him. There was less noise out here. It was still too cool to be outside at night, so he had the entire deck to himself.
He gazed up at the night sky, but it wasn't doing anything for him. He turned and rested against the railing and stared back at the building. It was one of those new modern constructions. Basically a giant cube with a deck overlooking the backyard. The entire wall facing him was made of glass with sliding doors on each side.
This floor was designed to resemble a hotel suite, so there was a large common area where the party goers could gather and dance. On the right was a large recessed doorway that must have led to the master bedroom and on the left were a couple of smaller doors, leading to guest bedrooms. But, with all the people, he could barely see the doors from his spot on the deck.
Time passed as he studied his friend's home, but his mood did not improve. He was going to have to apologize for it later, but he needed to leave. He opened the sliding door and went inside. Normally, it would be a quick walk past the two doors to the stairs that led down to the front door, but it was wall to wall people, and he could barely pass through them.
It took all his focus to keep pressing forward. Slow and steady, he moved through the crowd towards the stairs. He caught a glimpse of the oak handrail when someone tackled him into the door of the bedroom right at the edge of the stairs. Thankfully, the door stayed closed which kept them from falling.
For a second, he saw only dark fabric and black hair. His nose filled with the strong scent of strawberries. Something about the scent made his pulse race. He blinked and pulled focus on the storm that hit him and saw her. Before he could say or do anything, she pressed her hand on the door behind him, which rattled as she pushed herself off him and turned around.
"You fucking asshole! Watch where you're going!" She turned back to him as he got his feet under him. "I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just taken by surprise is all. How are you?" He was finally able to get a solid look at the woman who was knocked into him. The first thing that caught his attention were her dark brown eyes. She had on a black dress, and what looked like a leather hoodie under the mess of dark hair. His words put a half smile on her red, full lips.
"I almost knocked you down the stairs and you're worried about me? You are a rare one." Her eyes went up and down, checking him out. Her smile got wider, and she turned her body towards him. "I'm okay now. I'm Karin. Listen, I'm sorry that I slammed into you like that. Let me get you a bee-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she pitched forward again. As before, there was nothing but black fabric, dark hair, and strawberries. But this time, there was a loud click and he felt the door behind them give way. Then there was nothing. Just his body, Karin's body on top of him, and the air. The carpet on the floor did nothing to dampen the shock of pain as he landed on his back.
An instant later, Karin landed on top of him knocking the breath out of his lungs. Her momentum pushed her further, and suddenly her lips were on his. They both tensed, eyes wide, and bodies stiff. The door they fell through clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the people and the light from the common area.
As the darkness enveloped them, they both relaxed into the kiss. Her lips were soft, sweet, and delicious. Her scent filled his nostrils and his pulse was going a mile a minute. His arms wrapped around her waist, instinctively pulling her towards him. She didn't resist, her form melted into his body.
He had a moment of clarity and pulled his mouth away from hers. Breaking their kiss with a pop that was louder in the silence of the dark bedroom. "Hey, is this ok-"
