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M.Leon: One Night Stands

"Thanks for tonight." You smiled, pulling your trousers up and fastening the button.
"Are you sure you can't stay?"
"No, I have things to do today. You were great, Emily." You reassured the naked blonde who was giving you those eyes.
"Ellie. My name is Ellie."
"Sorry. What did I say? I'm so sleepy."

Yet another save after yet another passionate night.

"You should go. My parents will be home soon." You panted.
"Your parents live with you?" The brunette raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, didn't I mention that?"
"No, but I should go in that case. Can I get your number?"
"Sorry, I'm not looking for another serious right now."
"It's just last night you said..."
"Yeah, but I feel like you deserve so much more than what I can offer right now. I know where to find you if I ever feel like I'm in a better place." You smiled, irritated at her persistence.

Yet another regret after another passionate night.

"Where are you going?" The voice beside you croaked.
"I've got to go. Family emergency."
"Oh, is everything okay? Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks for last night."
"I really hope you'll be okay."
"Should be fine."

Another excuse after another passionate night.

You were an expert at this by now. Perhaps it wasn't fair to these women, and sometimes you genuinely hated yourself for it. Some of them had been looking for the same thing as you—just a one-night type of setup—but some of them had been so hopeful that you wouldn't walk away the following morning.

Maybe it was a little narcissism in you, but you didn't blame yourself for being so emotionally unavailable. No, you blamed no one but your ex.

You'd been together just over a year, and you were sickeningly in love with every aspect of her being. The two of you just couldn't stop arguing, though, and one day she vanished. Well, from your life, not completely. You spent months trying to work out what her motive was, only to be dealt a devastating blow one night at a crowded house party when a friend of a friend told you that she had already begun another relationship before she left you.

So, rather than telling her what you thought of her or being the mature adult you thought were and attending therapy, you decided to prove that nothing could hurt you... because you simply didn't care enough about people.

Your friends came to terms with the new you pretty quickly, wanting to support you in anything that prevented you from going back to your ex.

The only time they had ever intervened in your night-time rendezvous was when you attempted to sweet talk one of their boyfriend's cousins into coming home with you. They had immediately halted your actions, not wanting you to cross the line between it being none of their business and your actions having a direct impact on your friendships.

Holidays were the worst. They went the same way every year: you'd all travel to the destination together, and you'd spend your daytimes being your old self with them, but come the evenings, you'd head to the local clubs, and you'd disappear until they covered their ears heard you that evening or they witnessed you coming back to the apartment after doing the walk of shame pride the next morning.

This holiday in Ibiza had been no different. Having arrived just three days ago, you'd spent two nights elsewhere and one night causing them to have to put their pillows over their heads in an effort to not get a running commentary on your love life.

But you'd promised them at least one girls night.

Girls night was essentially code for you not fucking off at some point of the night and ignoring their existence in an attempt to up your body count further.