Two strangers met at an airport after their flight was canceled. They had a spark and spent a passionate night together. However, the next day, he disappeared without a word, leaving her heartbroken and wondering what could have been.
She couldn't...
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I never knew why I liked uncle Kent, I mean I really really like him. Okay, I love him. Happy? He's such a gentleman, he talks to me like I'm a person and he loves me too. He told me so.
I'm like obsessed with him.
He's not really my uncle, but a close friend of the family.
I think he was the reason I'm so much into older guys.
Like really into older guys. That one, the hot guy at the bar close to campus it's so yummy I want to die. But he's in the big leagues while I'm still a silly virgin. But it won't stop me, I'm gonna go over there and say hi.
A small taste
"Are you scared?"
"A little," I confessed. "It's been a while since I made the move so I wasn't sure if he'd said yes or no. I was the one being pursued before and not the other way around." I followed his movements behind the bar, he walked with confidence, delivering orders, and helping the bartenders. Flirting with girls and talking amicably with guys. I was a mess.
"What was Kim Kardashian saying to you before she left?"
"She said I couldn't handle his appetite, what does that even mean?"
"It could mean a lot of things; that he's a beast on the sack or that he is insatiable or..." He stopped and turned over to him, he scanned him from head to toe. I followed what he was doing, he was analyzing but what was I missing that he saw.
"Or?" I wanted to know now.
"I have no idea," I felt it was a lie but I nodded and walked with him back to the table. We hanged around a few more hours, some of the guys got seriously hammered and we decided to head back to the dorms and sleep. I went to the bathroom for the last time, I felt the buzz from the beer, my face was flushed and clammy, I refreshed my face and neck with cool water, wetting my hair and shirt in the process but since I was going home I didn't care at all.
"Scared little girls shouldn't be out this late." A voice from the shadows startled me making me jump back against the wall. The bartender materialized in front of me looking amused.
"I'm not a little girl," I replied, my voice sounded strange in my own ears.
"Then why I feel like the big bad wolf when I see you?"
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