Later that night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Striker had left over an hour ago, but I could still feel his kiss on my lips. Outside, the sounds of the street filtered in. However, my own thoughts drowned them out.
There was no denying my attraction to the cowboy. He had a certain anti-hero quality to him that felt refreshing after years spent dealing with Marty.
Part of me wanted to stay single for a while, but I had never been one for going on by myself. I didn't like the loneliness. I enjoyed the company of a companion.
Rolling over, I debated on reaching back out to him. Even if we began seeing each other, I had no idea if he even would be interested in a long-term relationship. In frustration, I put my pillow over my face and screamed.
Even if he didn't want to get into something long-term, what was to stop us from seeing each other? Maybe I didn't need another serious relationship right now. Maybe what I needed was a bit of fun.
Flopping back onto my back, I made a promise to my ceiling to call Striker first thing in the morning. After all, no matter what happened, at least I was making the move.
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
