You know your car isn’t that bad. Millie said, sitting in the front seat and admiring the interior with a respectful smile.

I glanced at her and smirked, shaking my head.

Yeah? As opposed to what, a heap of rubbish?

No I mean it, I think its cute.

I turned into the parking lot of the hotel which Millie was staying in. My headlights caught a glimpse of her sleek, black MG and I made sure not to park anywhere near it. The reason I had just dropped Lizzie and the wonderful Colin off at mine and Lizzie’s, and was now about to spend the night with Millie in her hotel room, was as follows.

Over dinner Lizzie had brought a jug of beer for her and Colin to share, in an attempt to loosen him up a bit. But he made one pint last for the whole night, so Lizzie managed to drink the whole jug to herself and in her slightly tipsy state convinced Colin to stay in our flat for another night. He wasn’t exactly going to say no and as soon as Millie saw the look on my face when this arrangement was made she suggested I stayed with her, in her hotel room. Well, I wasn’t going to say no, that wouldn’t have been polite. I couldn’t help feeling the seedy element of this situation creeping into the back of my mind, not that anything involving Millie could ever be seedy. But I guess my visions of this moment far surpassed anything which reality could offer.

Cute? I forget is that a good thing in American or a bad thing? I asked, unbuckling my seat belt.

I think its a very good thing. Millie replied also leaning down to unbuckle herself.

Our heads met in the middle but neither of us moved away. The sound of the seat belts retracting made us look up and our eyes met, our lips waiting, so close. I could feel the moment burning its way from my mind, down to my lips and carry on igniting my body with invisible flames. Millies eyes mirrored this burning desire and there was nothing else left to stop us; no people, no opinions, no running scared. It was just the two of us, together and alone with our passions and our privacy.