One Night Stand

The next morning is always tough.

One night stands are something I don’t do very well, and most of time, not very much. The typical night: you and your partner come to a house, a bedroom, have a little fun, and then it’s all back to the normal rush of the working woman and the messy, crammed apartment.

I light a cigarette and open the balcony door, walking outside. I don’t smoke often, so I’m not so sure I can take this anymore.

I know he's different; I just know. I only had a couple of hours of fun with him, but this feeling…I have to explore it, play with it, let myself think about this man and how special and…unique he is. What IS it about him that’s so special? Is it the way the bangs flow in front of his gray eyes, giving the impression of ultimate godliness, of the mystery that pulls a woman into a man’s spell-

I take a deep puff of the smoke and stop myself from talking about the man while I am ahead. The coffee pot light blinks on and the machine takes a long moment to let me know it’s brewing.

But aside from the bangs, he’s a great conversationalist. He knows the right words and everything to say to get a girl to fall to her knees and beg for a night with him. He has a sense of power, aura of authority that once he walks into a room, you simply have to stare.

How could I want to take a man like that for myself?

Sure, of course I would like another date with him, but could I really be the girl to snatch him from the rest of the world and the rest of the ladies who admire and fall over themselves for? I don’t think so.

I really should stop letting my mind wander. My mother always told me it was my downfall.

I put out the nicotine stick in the metal ashtray and pour my coffee into the tall, deep mug that was on the counter already. I add the basics: cream, sugar, Him- damn, again with the mind wandering.

I should just take a sit, cool down, be mellow and just let the coffee steal me away to Heaven in a mug and an armchair with the New York stock-

OUCH!!!...Right after I make sure it cools down and doesn’t burn my lips to a crisp. His lips were perfect: the shape of his mouth, the texture, the taste…and it held the sexiest voice in the male world, curving just right into the words and showing off those pearly whites. The coffee mug tilts in my hand and I scramble to steady it back. The man makes my limbs turn straight to strawberrt jello- oh yeah. He's different, all right.

I'm just going to call him. Damn etiquette.

I grab the phone and dial his cell, leaving the phone about a few centimeters from my ear.

The first ring; I should hang up. I mean, what if he's in a meeting or something? I would hate to interrupt something.

Second ring; bad idea. He should call me instead.

Third ring; I jab my thumb away from the red button to end the call and force myself to sit.

“Hello?” God on Earth’s booming voice reaches my ear drums and the chorus starts inside my head. I clear my throat.

“Wanna go on another date sometime?” Silence. He’s going to say no, I know it. I can just imagine it: we never met again, we become seperated, heartbreak, Titanic tears-

“I thought you would never ask.” He breaks me from my inner rant. “Tonight okay with you?”

“Yes.” I croak out, fighting the urge to scream out in bliss, the excitement that was balled up in my stomach exploding. “Tonight.”

“Good…” Again with the silence. I start to draw breath to say something, but he continues. “And Belle?”

“Huh?” I say back, a bit breathy. I can feel his smile creeping up his lips over the phone.

“You might want to open the door.” I don’t even think before I rush up from my chair and slam into the door, crashing it open. He’s there, leaning on one side, those bangs in front of his stormy eyes and that smile on his face. I laugh shakily.

“Sorry about that. I was just-“ His lips cover mine gently and push me inside. Before I know it, we’re on the bed, him on top.

“Shut up.” He says playfully, baring his abs to my hungry gaze. My hands and fingers take over, ripping open shirts, unzipping jeans, removing underclothes.

Nightfall comes and lingers in the room. We’re in the bed, the smoke of the candles slowly dying out and the shadows’ play on our faces. I sigh and hug him.

“Nothing like a good-ol’ fashion one night stand, huh?” I ask quietly, enough for him to hear me.

“Nothing like it, I agree.” He muses back. “We should do this again next year, don’t you think?”

“Oh, definitely.” I laugh quietly, slipping my wedding ring back on my finger. “We should met up in a bar or something, don't you think?" He laughs his sexy laugh and nods.

"This has been one interesting day, hasn't it?" You have no idea. He nuzzles my neck. "Happy first anniversary, honey.” I smile.

"Happy first anniversary, Keith."

NOTE: Short, sweet and to the point. Review if you wish!

BFQ

PS: Sorry if it is too short...