One Night Stand

Introduction

As I entered the club, the music blared, thumping on my eardrums and the familiar stench of alcohol and sweaty teenage bodies, filled the area.

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My throat stung from the booze, my mind cloudy, overthrown by all the toxic liquid I'd just consumed.

Then I saw him. Beautiful head to toe. Not much I can remember about what happened. Just a few simple things.

His hands on my body.

His lips on mine.

The slam of a taxi door.

The jingle of my apartment keys.

Moaning. A couple laughs here and there. And then silence.

When I woke up it was still dark. I was sobered up enough to actually think.

What happened?

How did I get home?

Who did I bring with me?

I hear the creak of my bedroom door open.

It was the guy I had seen at the club. His hair was tousled up, only wearing his pants and his shirt hung over his shoulder.

As he turned to me, noticing me wake, I caught a glimpse of his face.

I saw him at the club, but I didn't really see him, my mind just shoved him into the "hot guy" category in the back of my brain. I didn't pay attention to anything else. The moonlight shining through my window was bright enough to make out simple features. Sharp jawline, brown eyes, tan skin, his perfect abs glistening with sweat.

He smiled at me, as if this moment were amusing to him.

"Sorry babe, I don't do sleepovers"