The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

I need you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name, I told him before I even knew his last name. The words tumbled out in the dim hallway outside my apartment door, half-slurred from the tequila shots we’d done at the bar down the street, half-serious because the heat between my thighs had been building since the moment he’d brushed past me on the dance floor and let his hand linger low on my back. He hadn’t even flinched. Just looked down at me with those dark eyes, one corner of his mouth ticking up like he already knew exactly how this night would end.

"You're such an idiot." "Wait... I was also going to tell them how you moaned that night before you came," he said with a malicious expression, walking up and stopping in front of me. I wanted to punch him and, at the same time, pin him to my bed. "There's more... I was going to say that you came again in the early hours after another round. That was incredible. Do you remember? Because I remember very well." I remembered that night perfectly. How amazing it was, and... Wait... Damn! I forgot to take the damn pill. My brain went into a panic. Damn!

Holding each other close in our come down. "I know what I am, I know everything except, who I was before you. That was amazing, did your blood tell me?" He just gives me a knowing smile as my feet touch the ground. He adjusts himself back in his trousers, walking towards the cowering woman facing the wall. I forgot about her.

*Come lay me down 'Cause I know this 'Cause I know this sound* "H-how did you-" I turn to look at him, trying to focus on his eyes even though my body is screaming for his kisses and hands. "I know you Aria." He holds my neck with his right hand, not moving his eyes from mine. *In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night Just call my name, I'm yours to tame In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I'm wide awake, I crave your taste*

I didn't sleep that night after getting home. Instead, I sat on the couch for a long time. I ended up contracting a high fever after staying out in the cold for so long and personally witnessing Arthur's betrayal. I curled up on the couch, feeling dizzy and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Discovering Arthur's betrayal had been an accident. It had been storming that night, and I had been jolted awake by the sound of thunder. Arthur's phone had lit up right at that moment.

was on. I moved closer to her to check what was wrong with her, she touched my chest which ignited the fire in me. “ Please help me,’’ her tiny voice sounded, I couldn't hold it any longer and ravaged her. Everything cleared from my head the next day when I woke up to meet a blood stain on the white sheet. ‘ I was her first man and she is also my first woman so I must find her,’ I briefly narrated what happened that night to him “ What? So you had a nightstand and didn't tell me, I am hurt,” he pouted and I threw shredded paper at him.

He deserved to know. He deserved everything. I took a shaky breath, my fingers brushing his hand gently. “Before anything else,” I whispered, “you need to know the truth. About me. About us.” His brows knit together, faintly confused. I stepped closer to the bed, gripping the edge to steady myself. “That night six years ago,” I began quietly. “The bar. You found me when I was at my lowest, and you stayed — even when I tried to push you away.” His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were trying to recall a memory buried deep inside.

How could she look so breathtaking in such a simple night wear? “How did you… know?” her voice cracked at the “know”. She never intended to tell me. “Because I'm observant, Lola. You've been with me for more than a month and I can testify that you never had nightmares. I returned from my trip and the next thing I noticed is that you couldn't sleep peacefully at night? You've been glancing behind you every time you're alone like someone is watching you. That isn't the Lola I know,”

I end up on my back, with him still on top of me. Instantly, thoughts of the Night That Shall Never Be Mentioned - which, I suppose, should now be called the Night We Had to Talk About but I'd Like to Forget Now - come rushing back. He was on top of me just like this. His muscles were pressed against me just like this. His breath washed across my cheek just like this.

The night before That evening, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my mind spun in circles. The air in the room felt too thick, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t escape. The phone beside me glowed faintly in the dark, a reminder that everything I knew was about to change. Sleep teased the edges of my mind, but it refused to stay. My thoughts raced. What if I had gone too far? What if there was no way back?