"Don't you dare move."

I held the small gift box in my hands as though it were the most valuable item in the world, and pleaded. Even though my heart was racing, I couldn't help but smile as I used my elbow to force open the apartment's door. Despite the fact that the lights were off, I ignored it.

Maybe he was sleeping soundly, or maybe for the first time, he was trying to set up a romantic scenario. With the cake box in one hand and the bracelet in the other, I entered.

I had the impression that I was walking on air. Jason baby? Sweetheart, I am home and I have cake.” But no response.

I was aware of the sound as soon as I turned to face the bedroom. A groan, Low. Out of breath and familiar.

I went cold.

The sound was louder this time. I felt sick to my stomach.

No. No, this can't be what I am thinking, but it was.

I walked down the corridor, feeling heavier with every step. I pushed the bedroom door open with a shaking hand, and there they were.

Jason was between her legs, sweat dripping from his naked back. Her lips were open in joy as she tipped her head back. His mouth was on her neck, and his hands were on her thighs.

He pushed faster and harder as her nails sank into his skin. I was having trouble breathing. His frantic eyes met mine as he looked up.

"Lena.."

When she saw me, she grinned. My best friend. Wearing nothing but betrayal. With a soft, last thump, the gift fell from my grasp and onto the floor.

"Wow," I murmured, feeling numb.“So this is what true love looks like?”

"Wait, Lena..."

“Wait and do what Jason,” I yelled, “I have loved with all my mind, and this is what you have packed for me?” I snapped

He stood without a word as if he were a structure, I didn't expect him to answer because there was none.

Seeing that, I walk of them because they make me sick

“Wait, please!” he said again. It was like a slap. I never expected Jason to do this to me, but I had already left.

I had no idea how long I had been walking. My head was fixed on what happened, his hands on her, his voice repeating what he had said to me before, while my legs twitched.

I looked up to find myself downtown, surrounded by people wearing shoes and glitter, with music blaring from a nearby club. I had no intention of entering; nothing at all was planned by me; however, I did.

The noise overwhelmed me the moment I stepped inside. Laughter echoed, lights twinkled, and bodies swayed. I ghosted to the bar and ordered something robust.

I had to feel nothing, or perhaps I simply wanted a different emotion. Then I caught sight of him, standing tall and motionless at the room's edge, he seemed to control the mayhem even if he didn't belong there.

I gasped as he approached me as if he knew who I was, his dark, piercing eyes seized me, as if he had been anticipating this. "You look like hell," he whispered.

I laughed, but it was broken. "All right. Since I feel worse.”

He did not ask any more questions, he didn't express any kind of pity. He simply extended his hand. "Come on over."

Just three words, that was all that was required. I accepted it as if I were waiting for this moment.

I don't remember the ride to the hotel, the silence between us was thick with something I didn't want to name, only the way his fingers curled around mine.

As we reached the room, he didn't hurry, he didn't rip my clothes off as an unruly male might. No, he was careful and concentrated, as if he wanted me to experience every moment of it.

He touched my cheek with his lips, my jaw, and my neck. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

I didn't. Instead, I pulled him closer and kissed him first. The entire globe melted away, His lips were warm, full of yearning, and something softer than I had anticipated.

His hands traveled across my waist and down my arms before landing at my hips. He held me as if I were important. As if I weren't already broken, but something that could be broken.

My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hardly hear what I was thinking when he laid me down on the bed. I wanted to avoid thinking, I didn’t want to think. about Jason or about betrayal. Not even about tomorrow.

Just him. Just now.

The way his fingers laced with mine, the way he kissed me down my chest, and the way his voice trembled as he muttered my name as if it had any significance. Every touch was careful, likewise every breath was shared.

It was more than passion; something else was involved. Something more profound and more than anything, it worried me.

I closed my eyes when he eventually pierced me slowly and tenderly. Not because of pain, however, from the sensation of being desired, to be observed.

His mouth adored every inch of me while his body moved in perfect unison over mine, as if I were the only woman in the world, our breaths entwined. He took his time. He did not rush; he donated, and I took everything.

The first time in a long time... I released it. And it was fantastic.

I fell asleep with my head on his chest and his arms around me as though I were supposed to be there, as if we had known one another for ages.

But as soon as the sun shone on my face, reality set in. It was morning already, I narrowed my eyes, by the soft sheets and unfamiliar room.

I turned after that, and then I froze.

A stranger was lying near me, and his dark hair was messy. With every sluggish breath, his bare chest rose and fell. One arm remained loosely around my waist, while the other was extended behind his head.

Oh my God.

I dragged the covers to conceal my naked body as soon as I jumped up. My brain was pounding. My chest exploded with my heart. Who is he?

What have I done? I don't know his name. Panic forced its way into my throat as I gazed at the guy sleeping next to me.

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