More Than One Night の小説・ストーリー

I let out when he kept looking at me without saying a word. “Eve, I want more than one night with you, but if one night is what you want, I will give it to you, but I know for sure that for us, one night won’t be enough. One night will never be enough to do the thing I want to do with you.” A jolt of excitement rushed through my body at his words, and I swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. He wasn’t wrong. One night won’t be enough, but I don’t want to be greedy.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

I couldn't understand why the subject seemed so foreign for him. "A one night stand?" He repeated my words. "I'm sorry, but when I said I intended to continue this later last night, I didn't mean for it to be a one-time thing. I hinted at wanting to do it more than once."

“Oh God. There it is again.” Amelia rolled her eyes tiredly. “You mean human emotion?” Julian ignored his sister entirely as he walked toward his wife. “How long did he sleep?” “Twenty minutes.” Amelia sighed dramatically. “A new record.” Then her gaze shifted between the siblings knowingly. “You’re discussing Gabriel.” Lucy dropped back into the chair. “Unfortunately.” Amelia frowned slightly. “Still trying to compete with him?” Julian smiled faintly while adjusting the baby carefully in his arms. “It’s not competition.”

"We make new rules. Concrete ones. Like—you can stay over three nights a week max. You ask before coming over, not just show up. We both keep our own spaces genuinely separate." "Three nights feels arbitrary." "It is arbitrary. But I need a number. Otherwise three becomes four becomes seven and suddenly I don't have my own space anymore." Damien runs his hand through his hair—his stress tell. "Okay. Three nights. But Elena, can I be honest about something?" "Please."

He was a jerk, selfish, and yet, irresistibly a part of me. How did I let this happen? At first, it was supposed to be just one night. A damn night. Nothing more. I went into his arms seeking comfort, trying to escape the pain caused by Collin’s betrayal. But somehow, everything turned into this—a tangle of complicated emotions, a confusion of desires and resentments. Now, I was trapped, connected to him in a way I could never undo.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

"Fine. But I’ll only come with you if... you can guess how many colors are in the night sky!" She pointed to the clearly dark sky. Leonel glanced upward, then looked back at her with a defeated smile. "Three. Black, blacker, and darkest." "Wrong answer," Jeslyn said smugly. "Yeah, I know. But can we go home now?" Leonel stepped closer and offered his hand. When Jeslyn took it, she clung to his arm and leaned against him like a ragdoll. "No! Let me dance again," she giggled with enthusiasm.

“It’s going to take more than one night to fuck you every way possible and make you come repeatedly. More than one night, Maya. For me to own you with my cock.” Oh, good God. Her throat dried to sandpaper. Anticipation curled in her belly as if his words were caresses on her body. “More than one night?” “Yes, beautiful. More than one night for me to stamp myself all over you. For you to understand this isn’t going to go away. I’m not going away. Nothing, no one can make me.”