The curtain to our private booth was drawn, giving us the illusion of privacy while still maintaining the club's atmosphere. Music pulsed from the main floor, bass thrumming through the walls, providing cover for whatever sounds might come from within.
Isabelle watched Sarah and me kiss with obvious appreciation, her hand still resting on my thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns that were getting progressively higher.
"You two are very comfortable with each other," she observed. "That's good. Some couples come here and you can tell they're forcing it. But you..." Her smile widened. "You have real chemistry."
Sarah pulled back from the kiss, slightly breathless. Her eyes met mine – a question. How far were we taking this?
I gave her the smallest nod. All the way. We had to.
"We try," Sarah said, turning her attention to Isabelle. "And you're very beautiful. Antoine has excellent taste."
