He called me by my name, so he obviously knows who I am, yet I have no idea of his identity.
It could be anyone. It could be someone I know well, someone I only know in passing, someone I share a class with…
It’s beginning to bother me that I slept with someone I know nothing about. I’ve always thought of myself as the type of girl who would wait until I’d been on a handful of dates with a guy before letting him in my bed, but I guess that’s not the case.
I have no idea what came over me that night, since I’m usually the type to play it safe.
But not with him. I felt safe with him, which is freaking ridiculous since I don’t even know his damn name.
The only thing I do know about him is that he knows how to use my body like it was made for him.
The way he touched me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My body lit up for him, responding to him more with one touch than it ever did in the entirety of my relationship with my ex.
Though if I’m being honest, that isn’t exactly a hardship. But my mystery guy took things to a whole new level, and I’m not sure anyone will ever be able to live up to the memory of him.
Would it really be so bad to see him again? How would it even be possible? He was like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, and there’s some moments where I find myself wondering if it really happened or if it was my mind dissociating from reality.
But no. I know it was real. I can still feel his hands caressing my skin, still hear his grunts and groans and his deep, raspy, and somewhat familiar voice.
And that right there is the kicker.
Why did he sound so familiar?
I can’t stop that deep seated feeling in my bones that I know him.
But I was so lost in pleasure that the familiarity didn’t register, and even though I can still hear his voice without the modulator circling my mind, he was so gone to his own pleasure that it probably sounded deeper than it does normally.
Misty’s fingers snapping in front of my face snaps me back to reality and I focus on her and Freya, only to find them staring at me.
Misty looks mischievous while Freya has a deep line between her brows as she frowns at me, clearly concerned.The looks they’re giving me are familiar, since the expressions on their faces right now basically reflect their personalities.
I clear my throat. “Sorry, what did you say?”
They share a glance before focusing on me once more.
“Where did you get to on Thursday night? We barely saw you,” Misty says, a twinkle in her eye and I have to fight the urge to cringe.
To be honest, I don’t know Misty all that well. We met freshman year because she shared a class with Freya and the two of them became friends. Freya and I grew up together, and she’ll always be my best friend, but sometimes I get tired when I’m around them both so much. Misty is nice, but she can be… a lot.
“I had a headache, so I hung out at the bar for a while before heading home,” I murmur, hoping like hell they believe my lie. I’m not ready to talk about what really happened with anyone yet, though by the look Freya’s giving me, I know she doesn’t quite believe me, but I know she won’t push.
Misty on the other hand, looks completely normal as she pouts. “I wanted to be your wing woman and hook you up with someone.”
Definitely not necessary.
I shrug. “I’m fine with the way things are, you know I don’t have time for anything like that.”
Lies.
I have more than enough spare time, but the thought of going out to find a random hookup makes me itchy.
Another night withhimon the other hand…
No, it’s never going to happen.
Even if I did have a way to figure out who he is, I’d never be able to find the courage to approach him.
Some things are best left in the dark.
