Losing control
Yet another night out with my girlfriend, her already too drunk to speak sense, and me feeling bored.We were sat at a table with a few of her colleagues, chatting about everything and nothing. Then she walked up. Clear skin, shoulder length silky brown hair, a white dress that lead the eye to her gentle curves, her soft brown doe eyes and pretty lips. My eyes caught hers for a moment and I glanced away quickly in embarrassment, I had been checking her out shamelessly. I wasn't very drunk, but...