My One Night Stand// l.h

Prologue

My whole life I've spent drifting. From one girl to the next. From one job to the next. From one hobby to the next. Nothing was ever set in stone for me. It's not that I didn't want to be tied down its that I couldn't find something or someone to tie me down.

When I met her I was in between jobs, I was in between apartments, I was in between everything.

She came into focus like a camera does. Everything around me shifting, moving, vibrating, pulsating. I was on zoom and nothing was drawing me in. Until she stepped into view.

I don't remember how it happened exactly. My eyes and mind were wandering. I was searching the crowd for familiar faces like Michael or Ashton, but so far, nothing. I would have never seen her if she hadn't been making her way toward me, well the bar really because that's what I was leaning up against.

She was wearing white. It almost made me want to laugh. I'm not saying she looked like a slut but she sure as hell looked like someone who knew their way around a bedroom. She didn't even pay me the time of day. She walked straight up to the bar and ordered something. Scotch. I didn't think it was for her but when it arrived she drank it down before asking for another. That's when she turned my way. I knew I had been staring but I didn't think she had noticed.

"So are you gonna buy me a drink or just stare at me like that all night?" I replied with something stupid, which is why I'm glad I can't remember it. Whatever I said though was so stupid she laughed. Her drink arrived.

One minute we were by the bar, the next we were on the dance floor. Her lips were attached to my neck and because the crowd was so tightly packed I could feel every move she made pressed up against me. I think I asked for her name or maybe I didn't, either way, she told me what it was. "Camilla." Her lips brushed against my ear and when she pulled away she was smiling like the devil.

One minute we're on the dance floor and the next we're back at her apartment. Her hands were tugging at the button on my jeans and my hands are slowly pulling the zipper down on her dress. She tugged my shirt off effortlessly and said something about my body. It's not that I wasn't listening to her, I was just focusing too hard on impressing her. Words were at a loss for me. I probably couldn't even formulate a sentence in that moment.

Her dress was off by then and my pants were finally on the floor. She stepped back a bit and the moonlight shining in through the window of her loft hit her perfectly. I was almost too stunned to say anything. "Don't sober up on me now Luke." I don't remember telling her my name but I must have because she just used it. She tugged on my hand and kissed me again pulling me down to her height, keeping one hand on the back of my neck.

Five minutes later we were a mess of tangled limbs and bed sheets. Her dark hair was spilled out across the pure white pillows. I must have said something stupid again because she laughed before pinning me down on my back and kissing me again. From there it was skin and hair and lips and her smile.

When our heads hit the pillows and our chest heaved up and down like a women in labour, she glanced at me and I set my eyes on her. She seemed almost embarrassed as she laughed, covering her face in her hands. I didn't say a thing as I pulled her hands down and kissed her cheek. Nobody said a word.

After a minute she curled up on her side next to me and let out a small sigh. I continued to stare. The skin of her back and shoulders looked smooth to the touch. I placed my hand gingerly on her shoulder. She doesn't complain, stiffen up, move, or make a single sound. I pulled her against me. She was cold to the touch.

That's how I fall asleep. My arm around her middle and my head on her shoulder.