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One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-six
The sun rose slow that morning lazy, golden, and almost smug, as if it knew exactly what it was shining on. Light spilled through the blinds in broken lines, crawling across tangled sheets and two exhausted, thoroughly ruined humans who’d forgotten what sleep meant.Jasmine lay still, her body folded against Theo’s chest, her ear pressed to the steady thump of his heart. Every rise and fall of his breathing felt like proof that they’d made it through the chaos, through the whispers, through the flames, literal and otherwise.For the first time all summer, there was no rush. No running. No hiding. Just the quiet truth of what they’d become messy, ridiculous, alive.She tilted her head, watching the light paint his face in gold. He looked softer in sleep, less like the fearless firefighter everyone worshipped and more like the man who once burned pancakes in her kitchen wearing her pink apron.Her fingertips brushed along his jaw, tracing the faint scruff that shadowed it.He stirred, v
One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-five
She boldly nipped at his lower lip, and he growled, his grip on her arms tightening before he slipped his tongue along hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned from his kiss and pressed her body up against him. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh. She bent her right knee and slid her leg up to his hip, and he immediately reached down and pulled her other leg up as well.She pulled away from his longing kiss and stared up at him. He peered down at her with desire. "Theo…” she began to say, but he cut her off, freeing her arms to place a finger on her lips to hush her. The fire was still burning in his eyes, but his face showed compassion.“Fuck me,” she said.They kissed again, and he grabbed her waist, and drew her towards his body, deepening their kiss.He ran his hands through hee hair and kissed her, pulling at it a little. She loved it.She loved the delicious pain she felt from it, the sensation coursing through her veins as their tongues intertwined and played games
One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-four
“I love you so much. I always will,” he said. Jasmine closed the distance between them, her hands reaching up to touch his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palms, matching the rhythm of her own. “Then don’t,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.He hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching hers, before surrendering to the moment. With a groan, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch. They fell together in a tangle of limbs, their kisses hungry and desperate.Jasmine’s hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it clumsily as she explored the terrain of his chest. His skin was warm and smooth, his muscles taut beneath her touch. She moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin.“You have no idea what you do to me,”he growled, his hands moving to her bra. With a swift motion, he unhooked it, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his lips curving into a
One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-three
The next morning smelled like coffee, gossip, and bad decisions.Half the town had probably seen the video by now. Someone had caught Theo’s grand declaration on camera, and of course, it had spread faster than wildfire.Jasmine’s phone buzzed non stop texts, missed calls, even her old high school teacher had weighed in. “Proud of you for following your heart, dear… but maybe next time, less public?”She groaned, rolling onto her stomach. “God, kill me now.”Her pillow muffled the sound, but not her embarrassment.From the kitchen came the faint clatter of dishes and the low hum of a man trying (and failing) to whistle.Theo.He was making pancakes. Terribly. The smell of something half-burned floated in from the kitchen, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She sat up, rubbing her face. “You’re using my non-stick pan again, aren’t you?”“Define ‘using,’” he called back.“Scratching it with a fork counts.”He peeked around the corner, looking far too smug for a man wearing her
One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-two
The invitation sat on her dresser for three days.Glossy cardstock, gold trim, her name printed neatly across the top in black ink:“Fire & Courage Annual Charity Ball.”She’d laughed the first time she saw it, not out of humor but disbelief. The last place she wanted to be was surrounded by Theo’s coworkers men who probably whispered about her behind the locker doors and even less, standing beside her brother pretending life hadn’t fallen apart.Still, she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.Adam had asked her to come. Not ordered. Not guilted. Just asked.“It’d mean something if you showed up,” he’d said quietly that morning, avoiding her eyes.Maybe it was his way of trying. Or maybe he just didn’t want the town gossip painting her as the girl who vanished after breaking a fireman’s heart.So now, here she was, standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide if wearing red was too much.It probably was. But she wore it anyway.The dress hugged her waist, simple but bold the
One Night Stand series One hundred and twenty-one
The nights felt longer without her.Not just long hollow.Every sound in his apartment echoed too loud. The coffee pot hissed like static, the floorboards groaned like ghosts, and the silence pressed down until it felt like it might crack his ribs.He’d tried to fill the hours with work, drills, anything. But even the firehouse didn’t feel the same. Every corner of it reminded him of her Jasmine standing at the door after his shift, barefoot, sunlight tangled in her hair; Jasmine laughing in his truck, teasing him for never smiling enough; Jasmine whispering don’t look at me like that when he did.Now she was gone not out of town yet, but gone from his reach.And he had no one to blame but himself.Theo sat outside the old firehouse that had been shut down years ago, the one his father used to take him to as a kid. The brick walls were cracked, the paint faded, the rusted engine still visible through the dusty glass. It smelled like oil and ghosts.A bottle of whiskey sat beside him o
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