Love Beyond The Party Lights

Chapter 2: Love Or Lust

Here I am, questioning my choices. I was supposed to be back at the hotel, cozy in bed, watching a Netflix romance movie and mocking at the fake happiness of the actors. But no, fate had other plans for me. Or should I say my dick well in this case my ass. Is it to late to back out of this? Should I pretend to feel sick and reverse my car, but before I can, Elias knocks on my window, asking if I'm coming up or was I planning on leaving. It's like he can read my mind or see it on my face. I decide to follow him, feeling nervous about what his house will be like. Will it be clean or cluttered? Will I feel safe here? As we climb the steps, Elias checks if I'm okay, and I smirk before stepping inside. But then, I gasp in shock...Wow, this is your apartment? He glanced back, confirming with a hint of confusion. Stepping inside felt like stepping into a magazine. The couch looked inviting, adorned with a neatly folded throw blanket and plush pillows—a perfect spot for unwinding after a hectic day. The apartment was tastefully decorated with sleek black Mac decor, exuding a modern vibe. The air carried a familiar woody musk fragrance, reminiscent of teakwood from Bath and Body Works, with a subtle hint of lingering marijuana.
"Do you smoke?" I inquire as I make my way to his couch. "Occasionally, why? You want to smoke?" he responds, handing me a bottle of water to help me sober up. Locking eyes with me, he adds, "I want you to remember everything." I smile, realizing that I'm living in a moment similar to a romance movie, not just watching one at a hotel. It all feels surreal, like a dream I never want to wake up from. "Let's go to the room," he suggests, noting my desire to rid myself of the party's lingering smells. As I rise to follow him, I gasp once more, struck by another surprise.
I'm not going to say it this time I'm just going to think it in my head. But wow this man can't be real. Not only is he from one of those magazines, you see a man with his shirt off, and his abs just glistening. However, his house literally looks like it's in a magazine. His room is so grown and sexy. I take off my shoes and my socks as I start to undress, I hear the bathwater running. You can smell the lavender seeking through the room. He walks out and all you see is his boxer briefs, but the only thing I can see is the print. If it's this big when it's soft, I can only imagine when it's hard. I felt my dick start to get hard in my pants as the thoughts crossed my mind of how my night is about to go.
"Follow me," he gestured, leading the way into the bathroom. The flickering candlelight and the soothing scent of lavender instantly relax me, setting the mood for what's to come. We both ease into the tub, reclining back to soak in the hot steamy water. As sweat trickles down our bodies, we gaze deeply into each other's eyes. The warmth of the water grounds me, while his soft presence feels incredible. His grin drives me wild, perfectly reflecting the intensity of the moment."Want to head out?" he asks. Caught in the moment, I struggle to respond, but I maintain composure. "Sure," I reply, allowing him to exit first to avoid any potential embarrassment. His body is unlike anything I've ever seen—defined back abs and a perfect ass. Not even in porn do they have a body as perfect as his, which I usually avoid. He passes me a towel and signals towards the room. Inside, I freshen up, applying lotion and deodorant.
"So, do you do this with everyone?" I ask. "Because if you do, I'm sure you have a lot of obsessed people." His response catches me off guard. "Actually, I don't do this at all. Nobody has ever been to my house before. There's something about you that feels special." Despite his words, doubt starts to creeps in—I'm convinced he's just saying what I want to hear to get what he wants.I recognize all this sounds to familiar, like a scenes from movies where a woman meets a guy who she falls for which leads to a one-night stand. Despite that being the possibility, I decide to embrace the moment, fueled by alcohol-induced desire.
As I start to put back on my underwear he hands me some oversized pajama pants tells me to find a scary movie to watch. I look at him in a puzzled way wondering why he doesn't have me in a pretzel position with my eyes rolled back. While he slowly strokes away. "What do you want me to order for us to eat? I'm sure you could use some food to soak up that liquor," he suggests. "How about some Chinese food? They should still be open this late," I suggested. I observe as he orders us General Tso's chicken and Chinese donuts, anticipating it for his munchies before he smokes. I'm puzzled by his gestures, these are things that typically occur in a relationship. It makes me question how special I must be for someone who barely knows me to cater to me like this.
As he begins rolling a blunt, I remain stretched across his bed, browsing Netflix for a scary movie. I can feel him looking at me as he prepare to spark his blunt. "Come here," he demanded, telling me to rest my head on his chest. After ten minutes of searching, I found a movie for us to watch, but before I can start it, there's a knock at the door—the delivery guy with our food. I watch as he grabs a handful of cash to tip the delivery person.
Finally, he says we can eat and watch the movie. I tried to make sure that I ate slow and cute. Just so I didn't change his mind about what he thought about me. how's the food he asked me. As I'm trying to take another bite and have food in my mouth, I swallow so fast and reply. The food is good. I actually never had this place before it might just be my number one. "Yeah, this is one of my favorite places I thought that you might like it since you suggested that we eat Chinese food. I don't know if it's my favorite place cause always eat at High or if it's my favorite place because the food is actually good."
Watching him eat each bit was hot. This guy I never met before who most would consider there dream guy was really sitting across me eating watching movies like we've know one another for years. He grabs my food along with his to throw away and took the donuts in the kitchen to save for his midnight cravings. When he comes back in the room I just knew he would want to have sex. I wasn't prepared for that at the moment, feeling full from the meal. Yet, as he moves towards the bed, he more so demands than asks me to stay the night.  I told him that was fine I don't feel like driving anyway I'm extremely comfortable and tired for standing at that party. He grabbed the throw blanket off the couch and drapes it over us. Before you knew it my eyes were starting to droop shut. I could feel his arms wrapping around my body. I knew I had nothing to worry about in the car when it came to me feeling safe. I feel like I could do this every night which is a dangerous game to play. But that was to late I've already rolled the dice and now I'm moving my marker down the board. I was always terrible at monopoly so let's see how this goes. I open my eyes just to find the movie on the credits on the tv and his eyes close with a light snore coming from his mouth. It actually sounded cute and his bed was so soft and warm I knew I didn't want to move so I closed my eyes in hopes to have a good dream.