Get ready to be consumed by the heat of my Latin fire tonight.

You're face to face with a Latina whose dark eyes already have you pinned against the wall before a single word is spoken.

You feel the heat radiating off her bronze skin like something you could burn your hands on, and you want to anyway. You notice the curve of her waist pulling your attention downward, then upward again, unable to settle anywhere without wanting more.

You already know tonight will leave marks you won't explain. You lean closer without deciding to. You breathe her in and something in your chest tightens, shifts, surrenders.