It Wasn't Meant To Be So Intense

I was working late at the cafe when he walked in. My ex always knew how to find me when he needed something. We had split up recently, but seeing him there felt like an old wound reopening. I told myself not to get involved again. But then we started talking, catching up on each other's lives over drinks. It all spiraled from there. Before closing time, we ended up in the back room. The moment our bodies touched, it was raw and intense. His hands were everywhere, gripping me tight as he kissed me roughly. I responded just as fiercely, my legs wrapping around him. We didn't stop until there wasn’t enough air left to go on.