3:05 a.m.

So this book is done but I just re-read some of the chapters so that I would have a firm idea of where I am for 4:05 a.m. I wanted to know where I left off with The Originals because I know that soon they will be making a move to take out the H.S.P.C.
Anyway, here is a small part of the story that I just reviewed. Cheers.
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The kiss ended faster than she would’ve liked. As soon as Rourke lifted his head, she glanced around. No one appeared to be paying them any attention. The men and women simply kept dancing and singing. People did a lot more than she and Rourke. Another pair was in another net. She shoved Rourke’s arm out from under her shirt and then grabbed his bicep. She needed to be alone with her match. People might not be watching them right now, but she planned to get naked. Sex on the floor they would notice.
“Okay, baby, I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, you should have. Correction, you should do even more.” Yanking Rourke behind her, Andi spotted a door to her left. She had no idea what was on the other side, but she didn’t care. Right this second, she needed her Conpar, and she would find a spot. When they made it to the door, Andi turned around and kissed Rourke again. Kissing him would never get dull. Her tongue speared into his mouth. As they kissed, she groped for the handle. With her mouth still latched to her match, she tossed the door open, and they tumbled into the other room.
“Andi,” Rourke growled as she shut the door with the heel of her boot. The room was pitch-black. The sounds of the party became muted.
As her hands tugged on Rourke’s coat, her back struck the light switch. The room was illuminated as she got Rourke’s jacket off his shoulders. She lifted her head from Rourke’s mouth long enough to look around. They were alone in a storage closet. To her left was a wall of folded towels. To the right, shelves of cleaning supplies and tall cabinets took up half the room.
No bed, but what the hey? She tossed Rourke’s coat over a low work table at the back of the walk-in closet and spun around. After she hiked up her skirt, she sat on the bench.
“Andi.” Rourke turned away from her and reached for the door. “I can’t do this.” He turned the handle and then stood there. “I know I keep hitting on you. I don’t know why I’m doing it. Really, we have to stop, all of this.” He yanked on the knob. “I can’t have a match right now.” He tugged again. The wood didn’t budge. Rourke dropped his head to the wall, and she stared at his back. His hand glided and then slapped against the wood. “It’s locked.”
Andi grinned. “I can unlock it when we’re done.”
“We have a train to catch.” Rourke turned around, and his eyes pleaded. He rubbed his palms on his pants. “What about that?”
“There is another train in the morning. Weber can wait.” Andi’s hands went to the buttons of her shirt. She slipped them out one by one. “Everyone can wait.”