He was standing right across me, buttoning his shirt. I could smell him.. Smell man and salt mingling in a fading after shave. Smell the afterheat of sex slightly being emitted through his body.. And all I could think of was to slap him in the face, scream a totally nonsense "How could you do that to me?!" and jump on to him right in front of everyone, tear open his shirt and let my hands slide on his chest down to his belly button then let passion interacting with despair and anger lead to system rocking sex.