Chapter Four - A Dagerous Touch

Alex suggested we head to her place since it was closer to the bar, and I readily agreed. The anticipation of being alone with her—of finally feeling her without the noise of the world—was enough to silence any hesitation. Desire thrummed through my veins, hot and eager.

We walked side by side, barely speaking, our hands brushing now and then like a tease, until we reached her hotel. My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw it—one of those towering five-star establishments with sleek glass, glowing lights, and a doorman who looked like he’d stepped out of a movie.

I tried not to dwell on it. I don`t know why I always made a big deal about someone`s status. It`s what stopped me from getting in a relationship 5 years ago, but then again, we weren`t looking for a relationship here. It was just sex.

But as I followed Alex into the grand, golden-lit lobby, unease crept in. The marble floors, the chandeliers, the soft murmur of luxury—it all made me feel out of place. She fit so effortlessly in this world in her nevy blue suit, and I suddenly became aware of every insecurity I had tucked away. I remembered why I always said career first and relationship later.

I swallowed and tried to not overthink. Besides, Alex was older. Experienced. Powerful in a way that made my heart flutter and my knees unsteady.

And me? I had nothing but a failed situationship with a beautiful doctor that wanted more but I stopped the benefits before I could let myself want more too because of where we stood in life then.

What if I wasn’t enough for Alex? What if the sex wasn’t her standard?

Why the hell was I spiralling? This was just sex, not our damn wedding!

Before my doubts could choke me, Alex turned to me in the elevator, her eyes burning with desire. She leaned in and kissed me—hard, hungry. Her lips were fierce and soft all at once, her body pinning mine against the elevator wall like I belonged there.

In that moment, every ounce of insecurity melted away.

There was only Alex. Her breath against my skin. Her hands anchoring me. The deep, magnetic pull between us that refused to let go.

In no time we stumbled bodies still connected to each other in her room, the lavish surroundings blurred into a haze behind the heat building between us. We kept moving, with me allowing her to lead because she knew where we were going. She opened another door quickly, and we got inside, our lips locked again, our bodies already reaching.

She pushed me gently onto the bed, and I surrendered to her—completely, shamelessly.

The air buzzed with anticipation. Each touch was deliberate, tender, yet electric. It was as if she knew every unspoken ache I carried in my body.

When she asked to take off my shirt, her voice low and husky, I shivered. Consent had never felt so intimate.

With every kiss, every brush of her fingertips, Alex worshipped my body like it was something sacred, unravelling me slowly—layer by layer—until only my barest self-remained. I can`t remember when she got naked, but her skin on mine felt like heave.

When her lips trailed down my neck, my chest, and lower still, I arched toward her, helpless under her spell. Her fingers slowly slid inside me, and a gasp escaped me—a sound I couldn’t have controlled if I tried. God I was wet!

The pleasure wasn’t just physical. It was something more—like she was reaching into the deepest parts of me and setting them free.

Our bodies moved together in rhythm, a primal, ancient dance. But our souls… I swear they met somewhere in the middle, recognizing each other like long-lost lovers from another life.

When our eyes met, something inside me cracked wide open. I wasn’t just having sex with Alex. It wasn’t us paying for looking for each other these past five days and failing. I was giving myself over. Entirely.

It scared me.

Because it meant something new.

As I climaxed in her arms, my body trembling and breath stolen, I felt like I was coming home to something I didn’t know I’d been missing.

And she saw me. Truly saw me. Not just my body, but the fragile, wild thing beating inside my chest.

Once our breathing slowed, I smiled and turned her over, a playful gleam in my eyes.

“My turn to steal your soul,” I teased, my voice a low purr.

Alex chuckled, her eyes dark with anticipation. “It’s yours, only for now.”

I kissed her deeply, then trailed my lips down her neck, savouring the way she sighed beneath me. My mouth closed around her nipple, tongue circling, flicking, while my fingers found her clit with a feather light touch. She was as wet as me.

Her breath hitched, and I felt her hips rise instinctively to meet my hand. I slid a finger into her—slowly, deliberately—then added a second. Her muscles clenched around me, tight and warm.

I moved with care, watching her eyes, her lips, the tiny shivers that rippled across her skin. I wanted to give her everything she’d just given me—devotion, fire, the fucking sex. I wanted her not to forget my touch.

The intensity in her gaze matched my own. This wasn’t casual. This wasn’t just lust. This was something far deeper.

As her breathing grew erratic and I felt her body tighten around my fingers, I suddenly withdrew.

She whined, a needy sound that made me giggle.

“We have all night,” I whispered, brushing her hair back. “Let me taste you.”

Alex’s hands found mine, and with slow, deliberate movements, she brought the hand that had been inside her up to my mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she guided my fingers to my lips. I opened willingly.

My tongue swirled between the two fingers, tasting her essence, breathing her in.

She smirked. “How do I taste?”

Her voice—God, that voice—was my undoing.

Another wave of arousal crashed over me, pooling between my legs. I was wet all over again, I couldn’t deny that. I started to grind against her thigh, desperate, aching.

She met my rhythm, our bodies locking together in perfect harmony. Every curve, every breath, fit.

I pulled my fingers from my mouth and leaned down, kissing her again with fevered need.

This time, our tongues tangled hungrily, and she moaned, pulling me closer by the back of my head. I felt like we might forget how to breathe.

“How do you taste, Alex, huh?” I whispered against her lips, breathless, trembling.

I pulled away just a bit, a bit enough to look down at Alex, her skin glowing under the soft light, her chest rising and falling as she watched me with eyes full of longing. She didn’t answer, she couldn’t answer. I could still taste her on my tongue, and I wanted more.

I wanted to give her everything to remember me with.

Slowly, I kissed down her body, taking my time, letting my lips and hands speak the desire I deeply felt. I kissed her breasts again, soft and warm, then moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach.

She opened her legs for me, and I settled between them, placing her thighs gently over my shoulders. Her skin was warm, and I could feel how much she wanted me.

I looked up at her one more time. Our eyes met. She nodded, her lips parted, breath shallow. That look told me everything—I was hers, and she was mine at this moment.

I leaned in and tasted her.

The moment my tongue touched her most sensitive place, she let out a soft moan, one that filled the room like music. I moved slowly at first, learning her rhythm, listening to her breath, her sounds, the way her body responded to every gentle lick.

Her legs trembled on my shoulders as I took her deeper into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her close, giving her nowhere to run from the pleasure I wanted to give her.

I slid two fingers inside her, warm and wet, and she gasped, her back arching off the bed.

I moved slowly at first—my fingers inside her, my tongue circling her in gentle, loving strokes. Then I picked up the pace, matching the way her hips moved, the way her hands reached for the sheets, for the pillow, for anything to hold onto.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Please…”

I didn’t.

I wanted to memorize every sound she made, every twitch of her body, every soft cry of pleasure. Her hands found my curly hair, fingers tangling tightly as she rocked against me, trusting me, giving me all of her.

Her thighs squeezed around my head, shaking with each wave that built inside her. I felt her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath catching.

Then, with a deep moan, I felt her shatter into a million pieces, her release washing over her in waves of ecstasy.

As she cried out my name, I held her as she came undone, her body trembling, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. I kissed her through it all, soft and slow, letting her ride every last wave of pleasure.

When she finally stilled, I kissed her thighs, then her hips, then moved up to her lips. She tasted herself on my mouth again, and kissed me like she was saying thank you—like she had never been touched this way before.

After a minute, her body was still shaking a bit and Alex had her eyes closed but tears were coming out. Was she crying? In that moment, I knew that I had given her something more than just physical pleasure—I had given her a piece of my heart.

As I noticed the tears still streaming down Alex's cheeks, my heart clenched with concern. Without hesitation, I pulled her even closer, allowing her to rest her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting embrace. I pressed soft kisses to her forehead, hoping to soothe her trembling form.

For a while, we lay there in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of our breathing. Finally, I mustered up the courage to break the quiet.

"Are you okay Lax?" I asked softly, my voice filled with genuine concern. I had no idea where the stupid name came from but it was out and I couldn't take it back.

Alex hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly, her breath shaky. She untangled herself from my embrace and got up from the bed, her naked form disappearing into what I hoped was the bathroom without a word.

I sat there, feeling a mixture of confusion and worry wash over me. Had I done something wrong? Was Alex regretting our moment of intimacy? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but I forced myself to stay calm, giving her the space she needed.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity as I waited for Alex to return. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, her eyes were red and puffy, but there was a sense of determination in her gaze.

She walked over to the bed and sat down beside me, her expression guarded. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to break down like that."

I reached out and took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "You don't need to apologize," I said, my voice filled with reassurance. "As long as you're okay. It's all that matters."

Alex nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She leaned over to kiss me. "You are adorable, and I'm fine. I'm good," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

I pulled her into my arms once again, holding her close as we sat there naked in silence. In that moment something seemed off. Totally off.

Her demeanour seemed to have shifted. There was a guardedness to her expression, a distance in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Despite her attempts to reassure me that she was okay, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us. Maybe she regretted this.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked after getting up and I declined, the knot of confusion tightening in my stomach. I couldn't understand why she was suddenly acting so distant and cold. Everything had seemed so amazing between us just moments ago. I had felt it in every touch, every kiss.

After sensing her uneasiness, I asked if I should leave, hoping to give her the space she seemed to need. But instead of answering right away, Alex looked at me for what felt like an eternity before finally asking, “do you want to leave?”

I was taken aback by her question, confusion swirling in my mind. Had I done something wrong? Had I misread the signals between us? The uncertainty tormented me, and I couldn't help but ask in a whisper, "did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you or move in a different way?"

To my relief, Alex shook her head, her expression softening slightly. "No, you haven't done anything wrong," she said quietly.

"Then what's wrong?" I pressed, my voice filled with concern. I felt weird even talking about this with standing a distant from me like she didn´t want me close to her. Like I violated her in a way. I didn't know what was wrong.

Alex hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, her words cutting through the silence like a knife. "I'm flying back to the US tomorrow," she said softly, her eyes filled with a sadness I couldn't bear to see.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, the realization sinking in like a weight on my chest. In that moment, my heart broke into pieces as I looked at her. Was this it? Five wasted days of looking for each other and we get only one night? Was this goodbye? Was she going to keep contact?

I had let myself believe that what we had shared was real, that it meant something more than just a fleeting moment of passion. The way she touched me and looked at me, that wasn't just about sex, it was more. It meant more. But now, faced with the reality of Alex's impending departure, I couldn't help but wonder if it would leave with her or stay with me. Disturb my peace. Of course, deep down I knew it would be heavy on my shoulders. Kissing her only had me going crazy for four days, now what we just shared was more than kissing. We shared our souls with each other and she was about to leave with a part of me and take it to another continent.

As the truth sank in, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, threatening to consume me whole. And as I sat there, grappling with the pain of knowing that our time together was coming to an end, I felt tears trying to escape but I swallowed hard trying not to cry. Not in front of her.

Alex walked next to me and took my hand in hers, her touch was both comforting and painful, a bittersweet reminder of the connection we shared. She asked me to say something, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the words. I knew we'd have to separate eventually and go back to our own lives but I didn't know it would be tomorrow. Also, I didn't know the thought of it would be so disturbing.

Hurt and overwhelmed by the realization that our time together was coming to an end, I bit the inside of my cheek in a futile attempt to stop the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. I felt silly for letting myself become so vulnerable, for believing that what we shared could transcend the boundaries of time and space.

I had thought it was better when Alex was the one crying, but now, faced with my own emotions, I couldn't help but feel like a cry baby. As Alex climbed back into bed next to me and apologized, I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze, the weight of reality bearing down on me like a ton of bricks.

She said we had time earlier. What did she mean we had time when she knew that she was leaving tomorrow?

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean for things to end like this."

I looked at her, my heart aching with longing and sadness. "How do I forget what we just did, Alex?" I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "How do I forget you?"

Alex's expression softened, and she reached out to cup my cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't," she said softly. "You don't forget. You just... learn to live with the memories."

Her words pierced straight to my heart, and I felt a surge of emotion wash over me. In that moment, I realized that maybe I did need something to drink. "Can I please have water or whatever you have to drink."

As Alex got up to fetch some water, I couldn't help but notice her phone vibrating on the nightstand. My curiosity piqued, I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank as I read the message that flashed across it.

Trish: "Sweet thing, I hope you are having an amazing time with your friends, please call me whe..."

I couldn't read the rest of the message without unlocking the phone, but another message popped up before I could even process the first one, and this one broke me:

Anz: "The next week in Paris is going to be crazy. I am looking at your fling from yesterday. She is hot. Come tomorrow and..."

The implication was very clear, Alex wasn't leaving tomorrow. She had lied to me. Worse she had a fling from yesterday! That realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a wave of hurt and betrayal wash over me.

But as I grappled with the truth of Alex's deception, another thought began to take shape in my mind. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better that we didn't see each other again. After all, I was starting to get too attached to her, and it was clear that she didn't feel the same way.

By the time Alex returned with the glass of water, I had made up my mind. As she handed me the glass and kissed my lips, whispering how she wished we had met at a different time, I knew what I had to do.

I drank the water slowly, savouring the coolness as it washed away the bitterness in my throat. Then, with a newfound resolve, I turned to Alex and said, "Let me show you what I would have done if we had met at a different time."

And with that, I pulled her close, my hands roaming over her body with a hunger that matched my own. In that moment, as our bodies moved together in a dance of passion and desire, I let go of the hurt and the pain, choosing instead to focus on the here and now.

For one last time, I lost myself in Alex's embrace, savouring every touch, every kiss, knowing that this would be our final goodbye. And as we made love one last time, I let go of the past and embraced the present and the future, knowing that whatever lay ahead, I would always carry a piece of Alex with me in my heart.

..

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, I woke up with a start, the remnants of our lovemaking still lingering in the air. Glancing at the phone on the nightstand, I saw that it was 4am—a mere two hours had passed since we had last closed our eyes in sleep.

With a heavy heart, I realized that it was time for me to leave. As much as I wanted to stay, to linger in this moment of fleeting intimacy, reality beckoned, pulling me back to the world outside.

Gently, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Alex, who lay sleeping peacefully beside me. She looked so beautiful in the soft light of dawn, her features softened by sleep, and for a moment, I allowed myself to linger, committing this image to memory.

With a sad smile, I leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, whispering a silent goodbye before slipping out of the bedroom.

As I made my way to the living room, I noticed a book and a pen sitting on the coffee table. A sudden impulse seized me, and I picked them up, settling onto the couch to write her a letter—a small token of the feelings I couldn't put into words.

Carefully, I penned my thoughts onto the page, pouring out my heart in a few short sentences sharing the joy, the climax, the love and the hurt.

Folding the letter, I wrote "Alex" on the outside, adding a small heart next to her name—a silent declaration of the love I felt for her, even in this fleeting moment of goodbye.

With one last glance around the room, I swallowed the lump in my throat and made my way to the door. Pausing for a moment, I looked back, taking in the sight of the room one last time.

Then, with a heavy heart, I stepped outside, closing the door behind me and leaving a piece of myself behind in the quiet stillness of her apartment.