Getting Better

‘Hmm?’ I was in a food coma and half-asleep. ‘You said you’d go out with me if I scored 100 out of 100.’ Kieran let me lean on his shoulder. ‘Didn’t we just go on a date?’ I pointed back at the restaurant. ‘That wasn’t a date. A third party was present.’ He nibbled my earlobe. His voice had gone hoarse. ‘Fine. But I don’t want to go back to the apartment.’ I thought of Kingsley staying at the same hotel as me. ‘Nor do I want to go to a hotel.’ I took his hand and led him to the Aston Martin parked under a tree. It wasn’t the first time we had sex in a car, but it was the first time we did it in a two-seater. The limited space somehow made everything more exciting. As Teddy Pendergrass crooned out ‘Close the Door’ on the radio, Kieran stroked my back. We were both in the passenger seat, with me straddling him. We locked eyes as we moved in sync. I could see the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, glistening on his chest. When it was over, we were both out of breath. He put the to