Shades of Desire

Ivy

I'm standing all alone in a bar I didn't even realize I'd wandered into. Prom night. A night that's supposed to matter to everyone. But not to me. Prom never excited me—nothing really does anymore. Life's always felt slow, monotonous, like I'm drifting through it.

I did go to the prom, though. Logan, a guy from my class, asked me to be his date. I remember being a little excited because, honestly, it was the first time anyone had ever asked me out. I slipped into this outfit that hugged my curves and showed just the right amount of cleavage—not too revealing, but definitely enough to feel good about myself.

When I heard the knock on the door, Dad was practically glowing with excitement. "Must be Logan," he grinned.

I just smiled back. Dad's always been hyped for this day, saying, "Proms are game-changers." Never really got what he meant by that.

"Promise me you'll be safe, Ivy."

"DAD, for the last time, I'm not having sex tonight."

"Okay, okay," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "Just in case..."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

Logan stood in the doorway, looking sharp in his formal suit. And, yeah...he looked good.

"Hey," he said, flashing me a smile.

"Hey," I replied, trying to keep mine under control.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The prom was beautiful. Extravagant, even. Logan and I danced for a while, and for a moment, it was perfect. For a while. Then, he got a phone call and disappeared. No explanation, no nothing—just gone.

I waited. But he never came back.

So, fuck my life, right? I found my way to a nearby bar. Who does that? Who bails on their date at prom?

I don't know how many drinks I had, but I knew it was too many.

And then, I felt a presence behind me. A tall, dark-haired guy stood there, just watching me. He was fucking hot, like out-of-my-league hot. His eyes met mine, and without missing a beat, he said, "Don't you think you've had enough?"

His words stirred something in me. Anger, maybe confusion. "Who the fuck are you to tell me that?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Something snapped inside me. I kissed him. Hard. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. I liked that he wasn't expecting it.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered against his lips, my voice thick with lust.

"My place is around the corner," he replied, his breath warm against my skin.

"Take me."

We barely made it to his car before we were all over each other, kissing like we couldn't stop. He tasted like danger and something dark, something I needed.

"We have to stop," I muttered between kisses, "or you won't be able to drive."

He pulled back, started the car, and after what felt like an eternity, we were at his place. He unbuckled his seatbelt quickly, and I did the same. The second we were out of the car, his lips were on mine again, pulling me close like he couldn't get enough.

The next thing I knew, we were in his room. He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around him, his mouth finding my neck, kissing his way down. His hands moved to my chest, circling my breasts, and I couldn't help but moan. It felt so good. His fingers found my nipple, pinching lightly, and a gasp escaped my lips.

"Fuck..." I moaned, lost in the heat of it all.

He smiled—proud of himself. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With one swift motion, my dress slid off my shoulders, falling to the floor. He unclasped my bra, his hands skilled, and soon my panties followed. He laid me down on the bed, unzipped his pants, and entered me in one firm thrust.

Oh my god, I thought. I'm really having sex.

For a moment, I was completely lost in it. But then reality hit me, sharp and cold, as my roommates arrived back at the dorm.

I lay there, still for a moment, lost in the memory of that night. Why do I keep dreaming about it? Why can't I just let it go?

Maybe it's the regret. I shouldn't have lost my virginity to a stranger.