His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh and bulging between his fingers. A moment of self-awareness passed through me, and I couldn’t believe I had actually dragged a stranger into the corner of the arcade to grind myself against him. Suddenly, I wanted to stop, to run from the bar and forget this had ever happened.
And yet I couldn’t seem to stop, my hips rocking on him in slow circles, the vinyl seat squeaking beneath us.