The club was nearly closing, and the bartender noticed Rooh was completely wasted.
He walked over to her. “Ma’am, it’s time to leave,” he said gently. Rooh could barely move. She had left her phone in the car, and the bartender didn’t know what to do.
Just as he was about to call for help, a figure emerged from the shadows.
Rooh blinked, trying to see who it was. When she recognized him, her eyes widened in shock. Without thinking, she jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“Take me home,” she mumbled, her words slurred.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered, holding him tighter as if he was her lifeline.
He looked surprised but smiled softly.
" Rooh,” he said, his voice deep and warm.
Rooh stared up at his face, her heart racing. She leaned in, wanting to feel his lips on hers. She kissed him, but he didn’t push her away.
He just stood there, not kissing her back. Confused, she pulled away, pouting.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” she asked, her eyes shining with sadness. “I thought you cared,” she added, her voice trembling.
His tattooed arms tightened around her waist as he searched her eyes.
He sighed, his expression softening.
“If you ever loved me, please kiss me. I need to feel you. I miss you... I miss your touch. I love you.”
Before she could finish her plea, he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Rooh melted against him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her.
His lips moved against hers gently at first, then with growing urgency. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the moment.
Their kiss deepened, and Rooh felt as if all her pain was fading away. She sighed into the kiss, pouring all her longing and hurt into that one embrace.
Rooh opened her eyes slowly, feeling the heaviness from all the drinks last night. She rubbed her forehead and whispered, "I shouldn’t have drunk that much."
She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over her, trying to relax. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind.
Last night…
Was he with me?
Her fingers touched her lips, remembering the warmth of a kiss.
Was it real? Was he really there? Or was it just a dream?
Confused, she wrapped herself in a towel, grabbed her phone, and quickly called Sara.
"Sara, how did I get home last night?" she asked.
“Oh, I brought you back from the bar,” Sara answered.
"How did you even know I was there?" Rooh pressed, wanting more details.
"I kept calling, and a guy picked up. He said you were at Moonlight Club—"
Rooh ended the call quickly, her heart pounding. She opened her call recording history, a habit she kept just in case. Her hands were shaky as she pressed play on the last recording.
“Hello?”
“Rooh? Where are you, man?” Sara’s voice came through first.
“Hello?”
