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She turned to see Steve standing in the shadows, his eyes fixed on her. "Steve!" she cried, running towards him.He held out his arms, and they embraced. "I couldn't stay away from you, Celess," he whispered. They spent the night together, walking through the city and talking about their lives. Steve told her more about the vampire world, and Celess felt herself being drawn back into his world once again. But as the night wore on, she knew that she couldn't stay with him. She had responsibilities and commitments that she couldn't ignore. She had to return to her own life, no matter how much it hurt.

Wait for him to come back? He was just a one-night stand. But Sophia really did enjoy last night, so... Sophia picked up her bag from the ground, but only found a few cents inside, which made her face flush with embarrassed. But a few cents were better than nothing, so she threw the few coins she had onto the bed and got dressed before leaving. Sophia relaxed her body as she left the hotel not wanting to seem tense. The man from last night was handsome, tall, and skilled. Most importantly, he used protection. Sophia didn't want to think too much about their one-night stand.

Sophie Franklin. "Ik ben misschien verliefd op je geworden." I may have fallen in love with you. I wake up to the bright ray of sunshine that sneaks between the tiny gap in the curtains and slants across my face. Stretching my body, I immediately become aware of the soreness between my legs, marks on my body, and the faint smell of sex surrounding the room, a pressing reminder of what transpired last night between me and Marcus. My breathing hitches, and I cautiously turn around to find him still asleep, a peaceful look on his face, one hand draped around my waist. Memories of the night before flood my brain, and a deep blush envelops me from the crown of my head to the very soles of my feet

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in. Just this once, I told myself. Then I’ll stop. I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. It didn’t take long. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose. After that night, it became a dangerous routine.

"Okay, fine. But let's not pretend this is just about getting over Troy. You're hurt, and that's fair. But are you really going to hop into bed with some poor guy just to prove a point?" "Some poor guy?" she scoffed. "Please, he's going to be thrilled to jump into bed with me. And just so we're clear… this is going to be a one-night thing. That's it." She pulled her hair free from the neckline, smoothing the dress down. "One-night stands are simple. There are no expectations, or strings. They'll know I'm not looking for anything serious, okay?" Before I could reply, my phone rang in my pocket. It was Stefan.

I washed my hands and made sure my hair wasn’t a mess, picked up a tissue, walked out of the restroom, and jolted in fear. Oh God, why does he always stand outside of the restroom? “I told you it’s creepy to stand in front of a lady’s restroom,” I said to Liam. “I thought it was romantic,” he replied, and I scoffed. Who fooled him it was romantic? I knew romance, and this was not one of them. “Come closer,” he ordered with an amused look. I shook my head in denial. “You won’t?” “Hmm.” I stood my ground, taking a step backward until my back hit the wall… Liam took a step closer and closer, and now he stood just before me.

I had denied him sex till the wedding with the excuse of being celibate. Have fun One night stand Exes One night stand For gun

And I would have cherished this Union, if not for the fact that I had a one-night stand with my husband and now he must think that I’m a horny, needy whore! I couldn’t bear to look at him without thinking about that night, and the worst part of it is that I am attracted to this guy in ways that I cannot explain. Sitting next to him in that car was pure torture because I kept inhaling his manly scents and it fucking turned me on. It took all the self-control in me to stop myself from throwing myself into his arms and begging him to screw me until I pass out in his arms.

he remarked one night at a rooftop fundraiser, overlooking the city lights. “Enjoy what?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “The game. The dance. The tension between us.” Her breath hitched. “I don’t think—” “No?” he interrupted, leaning slightly closer. “I think you do. That is why your hand lingers near mine every time we speak.” Her hand had lingered, yes. Not by choice entirely, but by gravity. By temptation. One evening, they were left alone in the Marlowe library after a corporate negotiation. Papers were scattered and strewn everywhere, champagne glasses abandoned.

“But you don’t mind if we make love right now?” “We won’t be making love.” That midnight black hair hung down further as she looked at him. “It would just be sex. That’s it.” “No. I need more.” “I’m not giving you more than that. If you can’t take it, then I’m going to sleep.” She tried to climb out of his grip on her panties. “You just said no. Let me go.” “I just said that I need more. What am I supposed to do with a one night stand?”