Waking up with a clear head and a nausea free stomach, due to the lack of alcohol, surprises me the next morning. If only my body didn’t feel like it’s taken a beating from the dancing.

I roll over in bed, pulling the covers up around my shoulders, trying to go back asleep. Instantly visions of Alex run through my head.

No. I will not think about a guy.

Hopping out of bed, I put on my workout clothes and grab my running shoes to head out the door, but not before reaching for the most important thing—my iPod.

I secure it to my arm, putting on my favorite running playlist as I go through my pre-stretch warm up. It’s a routine I’ve done religiously since Officer Training School. Since I joined the military as an Officer, I didn’t have to go through the same basic training as everyone else, though some things were exactly the same, like the running.

Most people hated every second, but I embraced it and have tried to continue running even years later. The beginning always hits you harder than I want, but there’s nothing better in life than the moment the endorphins kick in and I begin to soar. I feel invincible, like I can go forever and never want it to stop.

This is my favorite part of any day, and I look forward to it when I’m struggling with anything in life. When it’s just me and the pavement, my music, and my breath. Nothing else. Not my job. Not my rank. And no men.

Just me.

After I feel loose and ready, I head out, hitting the pavement with a slow, steady pace, increasing my speed to hit my seven-minute mile mark.

Tingling takes over my limbs as the high sets in faster than normal thanks to the absence of alcohol last night. When my turn in the road comes, my euphoria is stronger than ever so I continue straight, making the run twice as long.

My head clears and every thought of these last few months with Travis fade away. I need to forget about him and move on.

My phone dings with a text just as I walk in my place. Reaching for the water bottle I left on the counter, I toss my head back, drinking down the entire bottle while grabbing my phone with my other hand.

Water almost flies out of my mouth when I see the message from a number I don’t recognize:

Since we’re not going to date, I guess I don’t have to play the wait to call game. So how about we hang out tonight? Dancing again?

It has to be Alex but I’m surprised by the 707 area code. Since we met in Sacramento, I figured he was from the 916. I respond:

707? Where do you live?

Doesn’t matter. We’re not going to date remember?

I nod my head, liking his direction with this. No details, just dancing. That I can do.

Fine. Name the place I’ll meet you there.

Meet me at Journey Coffee in Alamo Plaza.

Wait. In Vacaville? How did you know I was in Vacaville?

Does it matter?

Um. Yes. Stalker much?

No stalker. I promise.

Then how did you know? We met in Sacramento.

Your friend told me.

Ok. Then Journey it is. Time?

9. See you then.

I don’t respond since I’m not sure what to feel or say. It’s not a date, but I had fun last night. I’m totally up for another night where I can dance my thoughts away.

* * *

At 8:45, I pull up to Alamo Plaza. My training has ingrained in me to be early, even in my personal life. I’m surprised to look up and see Alex standing in front of my car with a smirk displayed prominently on his handsome face.

His hair is a little messier than it was last night and he’s more casually dressed in jeans and a DC t-shirt. I didn’t take him for the skater type but his Nike Janoski shoes tell another story.

His eyes take me in, stopping me in my tracks. Last night they were clear, but tonight they’re dark and emboldening, almost dangerous.

The club was dark last night and now the light shines perfectly on his face so I can see every sharp detail of his jaw. Him not shaving shows with his five o’clock shadow—more like a two-day shadow—making me want to reach up and run my fingers over it.

A small smile creeps up my face before I look down, shaking my head and thanking the sky above I’m not near him so he didn’t see the temptation.

He’s such a stark difference to the stuck-up, pretentious men I’ve dated who only care about rank and what they are rather than who they are.

This is not a date, I tell myself over and over again.

“Well, look at you showing up early,” I offer in greeting as I get out of the car.

“Same to you,” he responds, not making any movement to get closer.

No hug, no kiss on the cheek, nothing. He just stands there, holding his keys in one hand and his other hand tucked in his pocket.

“You ready?” He motions to his black Toyota truck.

“We aren’t getting coffee first?” I ask, pointing to the front door.

“Nope. No coffee for me, we have to get on the road.”

“Okay, where are you taking me?”

“San Francisco.”

“Wow, kind of far for a first date, don’t you think?” I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth.

“It’s not a date, so I don't have to worry about being a first anything. There’s somewhere I want to take you that I know you’ll love. Let’s go.”

He nods his head toward his truck before walking to the driver’s door without looking back to see if I’m following or offering to help me in the passenger side.

It’s odd to be hanging out with a guy who’s not trying to hit on me, or even acting like he’s trying to get in my pants. I kind of like it. For a first non-date, this might be just what I’m looking for.

After I hop in the truck—that Alex already had running before I could even open the door—he grabs his phone, hitting the Pandora icon stating, “Rock okay with you?” then he puts down the phone, not really caring what my answer is.

I think I surprise him when I say, “That’s actually perfect, the harder the better,” while I reach behind me for my seatbelt.

When I turn to buckle the seatbelt, we lock eyes, and he smiles, saying, “Good to know,” as he backs out of the parking space.

The hour ride is mostly quiet, yet nowhere near an awkward silence. The songs he plays are right up my alley. A refreshing change since Travis and I never agreed to the same music and any long car rides were a struggle on who got to listen to their musical preference.

It’s nice not feeling like I have to say anything to fill any empty silence floating around. Really, I don’t care what he has to say. I don’t want to get to know him personally, and it’s nice knowing he thinks the same way.

We pull into the City, and he stops the car in front of a discrete-looking building, turning it off and opening his door saying nothing.

“Um. Are you going to tell me where we are?” I ask, exiting the car but standing behind it as a barrier from anything that might happen.

“Nope,” he states as he walks away.

“Nope? Did you really just say that? Where are we?”

“Just trust me.”

“Sorry, man, but, I don’t know you well enough to trust you yet.”

He turns around, squaring his shoulders, saying with no emotion, “Yes you do or you wouldn’t have gotten in the truck with me.”

No movement is made on his part as we stare in a stand off of wills, neither of us wanting to break first. Instead of backing down, I stand up straighter, tilting my head up slightly, trying to show him who’s boss.

His lips tilt up as he tries to hide his smile before he turns around, walking into the empty looking building without knocking or unlocking the door.

I look around, realizing I’m alone on a side street in San Francisco. Weighing my options, I laugh at how I got myself into this predicament in the first place and close his truck door. Walking up, I slowly open the door, peeking inside before I make my way through.

The room is dark, and an arm reaches out, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me closer. Fear is the last thing I feel when warm air brushes across my neck and I hear, “Glad to see we’re on the same page. Come on.”

His hand reaches down, entangling with my fingers and pulling me through a long hall with small lights barely illuminating the ground as a guiding path through the darkness.

The farther down the hall we get, the sound of bass hits hard around me, thumping through my veins.

When he opens the door, laser lights of red, blue, and green dance around the warehouse walls. Bouncing bodies fill the room with their arms in the air. The music beat drops and screams of excitement overcome all of my senses.

My body instantly wants to move and my mind screams in excitement as I take in something I’ve never seen before. Everything around me is jumbled with smoke, music, lights and people yet I feel right at home.

We’re not at a club but people letting loose, dancing like it’s their last day on this planet, and in one second, I know I’ve found my heaven on Earth.

Alex turns and laughs when he sees the astonishment showing on my face.

“So you’re okay with this?” he asks, pulling me against his hard chest and moving to the music.

“Okay with it? I feel like I’ve found my favorite place in the world. Where are we?”

“It’s an underground rave,” he says nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?” I say, pushing him away and looking back to the door we came from.

I’d run toward it if I thought I could leave but it was a one-way door, and there’s no handle allowing me to open it from this side. I turn back to him. “But these are illegal, right? These are all about drugs? I can’t be here.”

“It’s fine. I’ll protect you. And no drugs, I promise. I can tell you won’t need it to have a good time, anyway.”

“No, you don’t understand. My job. I can’t get caught up with anything like this.”

“I get it. I can get in trouble too but fuck it. We have to live for more than our fucking jobs.”

“I don’t know what you do but mine is more than just a job. My entire life would be over.”

He looks around the room then back at me with a slight squint to his eyes and tilt to his lips. “But wouldn’t it be worth it?”

“Excuse me?”

He pulls me into him, moving slightly to the music. “Come on. You know you want to. Don’t you want a little excitement in your life?”

“How do you know my life isn’t exciting?” I ask, trying to seem offended.

“Because I can tell by the spark I saw in your eyes when we entered the room. And I watched how you moved to the music last night, like you didn’t have a care in the world yet every once in a while you’d tense up, looking around like you were making sure no one you knew was watching. You were holding back a tiny part of you—” he holds up his fingers to display his point with a shit-eating grin on his face “—and I want to see that last tiny part. I want to see you be you for the first time in, what I can only imagine being, your entire life.”

I look around the room, thinking about everything he said. He’s right, about all of it. I’ve never let everything go. I always feel like I have to put on this front, this image of what everyone thinks I should be.

“See. I’m right.” He leans his six-foot-two frame down so his gaze is even with mine. “The real you starts right now.”

We find a place on the dance floor and he’s right. The real me climbs free in a matter of moments and my body feels more alive than it ever has. I don’t worry about who’s around me, who could be watching, or really even caring.

For the first time I follow my favorite saying and I dance like no one’s watching.

The DJ spins the most eclectic mix of hard rock, nineties old-school music from my high school days, to songs I’ve never heard, but they’re all set to his unique electronic vibe.

It’s only been a few minutes and I can already tell this will be the best night I’ve ever had, even without a drop of alcohol.

As a song slows down, Alex grabs my hand and turns me toward him. We’re still a foot apart but the electricity bouncing between us feels like it could light this entire room.

We’re locked in another staring contest but this one I never want to end. When it does, I know reality will set in soon, but as of right now, reality can kiss my ass.

I feel him move closer as the bass beat drops, rumbling in my chest. The closer he gets the more my heart pounds until he yanks me toward him and his lips touch mine.

His kiss is demanding, taking from me what I have to offer just to make his point. And, damn it, I fall right into it.

Parting my mouth, I reach up to run my fingers through his hair and pull him in even closer.

Our tongues meet for the first time when the music slows down, building a deep, hard beat that starts at my toes and works its way up to my knees as his hands wrap around my waist. When I feel the bass hard in my chest, his hands wander down and grip my ass, matching the intensity.

Just as my head starts to spin from his touch, the music drops to a high-pressure electronic beat that fills my soul. Both Alex and I rip apart from each other and dance like it’s taken over every aspect of our nervous systems.

Hours go by, but it feels like minutes. I’m not ready to go when Alex grabs my hand, pulling me toward the door, insisting we leave before things end and everyone pours out.

When we get back in his car, he reaches behind the seat, handing me a bottle of water. I down it, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my arm in a non-classy way.

“Jeez, I’m a sweaty mess,” I proclaim, enjoying the fact that I really don’t give a shit he’s seeing me like this.

“But admit it, that was the best night of your life.” He winks at me.

I drop my head back against the seat with a big sigh. “Yes, it was. I didn’t want it to end. It was just… everything… I loved it.” With my head still leaning against the seat, I turn it to say to him, “Thank you for bringing me tonight.”

He leans in, stealing a sweet kiss. “Anytime. And I promise we’ll do it again.”

“I thought we weren’t going to do this.” I move my hand back and forth, trying to emphasize the us part without actually saying it.

He shrugs. “We aren’t.” Then starts his truck as if he didn’t just kiss me.

“Then why do you keep kissing me?”

“That’s different.”

“How is that different? I told you, I’m not looking to date anyone.”

He pulls out of his parking space, driving through the City toward the freeway as he says without even glancing at me, “And I told you. I’m not wanting to date, either. But I didn’t say we weren’t going to fuck.”

He stares right at my face that’s in shock by his choice of words. His panty-melting smirk makes my body tingle and when he winks I’m done for. Thankfully, he looks back to the road in front of him saying nothing more.

I’m not going to lie, the way he said fuck sent a shock wave of sensation right to where I’ve felt dead for way too long.

I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm that wasn’t brought on by myself. Travis could never accomplish it on his own. I always had to offer assistance to get it going, and even then he’d screw things up.

Anger fills me again when I realize I was okay with mediocrity. I was so desperate to be in a relationship I was blind to the fact he was cheating on me and not even good in bed.

Our ride home is just like our ride there, only now I try not to think about how the night will end. I shouldn’t. We’ve both made it clear we don’t want anything from each other. He’s already kissed me, but he left this notion of fucking just floating in the air, and man, I’m tempted to just go for it.

I’ve never had a friends with benefits relationship, but with Alex, it could be fun.

By the time we pull into Vacaville, I’ve made up my mind—I’m going to do it. That is, if he tries first. I’m not bold enough to do anything like that on my own.

When he passes the exit to where my car is parked, I turn to him, “Um, you missed the exit.”

“Nope, my exit is two more up,” he replies with no hint of playfulness or question in his voice, just stating fact.

“Your exit? And you think I’m just going to go back to your house that easily?” I respond, trying to come off concerned.

“Yup,” he responds in a cocky tone while reaching over to turn up the Nine Inch Nails song Closer that just happened to start playing at that moment. He looks at me, “Song’s fitting, don’t you think?”

I let out a loud laugh. “What, you think you’re going to fuck me like an animal?” I ask, reiterating the lyrics to the song.

“I don’t think. I know. And believe me, you’ll love every second.”

“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Yup.” He winks with a sexy, confident smirk filling his face.

He pulls off the freeway and into an apartment building not far from the exit while I try to think of a witty comeback. Unfortunately, my mind is blank.

I can’t think of anything but how he would look naked. I’ve felt his chest dance against me and I wonder if the ripples I feel are as glorious to see as they are to touch.

The thought of running my hands down his bare chest causes my legs to clench together involuntarily, which surprises me—I’ve never been turned on by just thinking of a man’s chest. Ever.

When he pulls into a spot and turns off the engine, I start to worry. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you thought, but I don’t sleep around.”

“You won’t sleep around.” Reaching across the front seat so he’s leaning over me, mere inches from my lips when he says, “You’re going to fuck me. And only me. Come on, I know you’ve been sitting there picturing what I look like naked.” He gets so close his lips are touching mine and whispers, “Admit it.” He opens my door and continues, “Now get your ass out of my truck and into my apartment so I don’t have to imagine what you look like anymore.”

He pulls away, stepping out and walking up to his place, not even checking to see if I’m following him.

My heart is pounding, and I have to take a second to gather my thoughts and make sure my legs work before I can follow him. When he gets to his front door, he looks back my direction only to see I’m still sitting in the car.

After unlocking it, he opens his arm into his place as if to say Come on in then winks at me and stands still, waiting for me to make my move.

With my eyes locked on his, I exit the car and walk toward him. “So you think it will be that easy?”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll stay up as long as I need to earn the right to fuck you.”

“Oh, so now it’s a right you have to earn? Glad to hear you don’t think you get it for nothing.”

I enter his apartment and am flung around in his arms before I say anything else.

“I told you I would earn it, and I promise you I will. Your night’s just begun, so be prepared. First things first. We shower.”

“We shower? Together?”

“Yes, together. We danced our asses off. This way.” He lets go of me and only holds my hand as he drags me back to his bathroom.

I try to look around his place to get a glimpse of who he is, but it’s pretty bare. It doesn’t look like he’s been living here long. Then I remember him telling me he’s going through a divorce.

The girl in me wonders why. He seems young though I have no idea what his age is. The questions bombard me as I ponder how long he was married and why it ended.

Then I realize I know nothing about him. Not even his last name.

Panic sets in.

“Wait.” I stop just as we reach his bathroom. “I don’t know your last name, or what you do, or even how old you are.”

He turns, pulling me toward him in an effort to reassure me. “None of that matters. This is all this will ever be. You.” His lips softly touch mine. “Me.” He leans to kiss my neck. “Having fun.”

His hands are around my shirt, and in one swift movement, he pulls it up over my head before I can even think to stop him. “That’s it.” He throws it on the ground and reaches to remove his own. “Knowing too much will only complicate things. We both don't want that.”

“But. Um. I’ve never done anything like this,” I admit.

“I know. That’s what makes this even better. Just let go. Have fun for once in your life. Let me be the one to take you there.”

He unzips his jeans, and I admire the chest I’ve felt dance against me the last two nights. Every muscle is defined and there’s almost no hair to be seen. A tattoo wraps around the back of his right shoulder and down half of his arm in an intricate design but I can’t tell what it is.

I reach out to touch the design in question and he stops me. “Nope, don’t ask. Nothing personal, remember? Now strip.” He smirks as he pulls back the shower curtain, giving me some privacy while he turns on the water.

I slowly unbuckle my own jeans and push them down my hips. Nervous that I’m stripping in front of this guy I just met, yet surprised that I’m feeling totally comfortable with the thought of being naked with him.

When he looks at me again, I’m standing in my black bra and thong panties that have a thick lace band on the top of them. I love the way they hug my hips without digging in, and the hunger that fills his face shows me he appreciates them just the same.

“Fuck me,” he breathes. “I knew you were beautiful, but I should have known that tight little body of yours would be so much more underneath those clothes. Can I remove the rest?”

He walks up, not waiting for an answer. Leaning down, he wraps his hands around my waist and slides my panties down my thighs. My body quivers as he kisses his way down my legs before lifting each foot to remove them.

Kneeling at my feet, he looks up, giving me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen before standing back up, running his hands up the back of each thigh. Feeling over my bare ass, he moves up my back to my bra strap where he unhooks it, sliding it down my arms until I’m completely naked before him.

My heart pounds as his hands run up my sides until they’re barely touching me right below each breast. His thumbs brush on the underside of my left, then my right, tickling my skin in the most delicious way.

The fact that he’s not grabbing them turns me on more than anything I’ve ever felt. Most men run their hands all over them; rubbing, pulling, nipping like savages, but nothing like this. I’ve never wanted someone to touch me so bad yet he’s keeping his thumbs barely teasing their presence.

My head falls back when I move my chest slightly forward, welcoming his touch.

Goosebumps run over my body when he whispers in my ear, “And we’ve just started.”

He pulls me into the shower, and before I know it, I’m under the water that’s rushing down every inch of my body. With the water blinding me, Alex touches me all over but I don’t care. I gladly close my eyes, feeling the drops cascade down my face while his hands explore every inch of me.

One hand pulls off of me, then the other. I’m tempted to pull away from the water to wipe my eyes, but before I do, his hands run up my sides again. They’re different this time—softer, silkier.

I’m hit by the scent of a manly body wash. When he finally brushes his hands over my breasts, jolts of heaven run up my spine as his hands glide over each one.

My head tilts back again, causing the running water to hit my face directly. I feel my knees start to give way when his hand slides down between my legs. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into him where his hard length runs along my lower stomach with no inhibition whatsoever.

“You’re so fucking sexy but I’m not going to take you in this shower.”

He turns me around, washing the soap completely from my body before shutting the shower off and opening the shower curtain.

The rush of cold air makes my skin tingle and my nipples harden. Alex takes full advantage, wrapping his lips around one of them while placing a towel behind me and pulling my wet body directly into his.

We don’t take the time to dry off as our mouths open to each other, allowing the other one in; licking, nibbling and sucking on each other’s lips. He lifts me up, carrying me to his bedroom, and tosses me on his bed.

I yelp in surprise, but before I can protest his lack of romance, his lips find mine. His large hands pick me up slightly, pushing me back on the mattress. Reaching in his nightstand, he pulls a condom out, placing it on the pillow next to my head.

I glance at it before looking back at him. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I bring it up to my mouth, ensuring he’s watching my lips, and tug it open with my teeth.

After pulling it out, I run my fingers down his body. Grabbing his cock with the other hand, I rub it against my clit.

Fingers have never worked for me, but the size and softness of the head always does the trick. There’s something different about the width that if I run it along the right spot, I feel myself slicken with need to be inside me, and this time is no different.

A moan escapes my mouth and his fingers reach to feel my excitement. With my lips locked to his, I start at the tip and run the condom down his length then position the head right at my entrance, letting him take over from there.

Without hesitation, he takes the lead and slowly pushes himself inch by inch inside until he’s all the way in and his lips find mine.

“You ready for this?” he asks between kisses.

I don’t respond, but nod my head, grabbing his ass and pulling him in those extra few centimeters.

His growl fuels my hunger, and when he eases out and slams back in, my lips part in a deep moan I’ve never heard my mouth make.

Maybe it’s the build-up from the shower, or because I know this is just sex, but something feels different.

Then it hits me. I’ve never just fucked to fuck. I’ve always been in a relationship with the guy, having feelings for him, or wanting to be who they want me to be so they’ll stay with me.

Fuck that shit!

I’m ready to be me.

A surge of impulse floods through my veins as I push him off me, onto his back, and I climb on top of him. His laugh makes me smile and fuels me even more. I grab his cock, positioning it so I can slide down and start to ride him, not thinking about anything but getting myself off.

It’s amazing, I’ve never felt so alive, so in control of my life and my body.

Large hands grip my waist and hold me still as he slams up into me, causing me to crash to his chest and take what he’s offering.

I’m unable to hold back, and the screams coming out of my mouth make me blush but I can’t help it. I just hope his walls aren’t super thin so the neighbors can’t hear me.

Sensations take over and my arms can no longer sustain my weight. He flips me over to my back, opening my thighs wide as he pushes in again.

He’s trying his hardest to have me only feel the length of him and nothing else. With my legs open wide, he slides in and out, not touching any other part of my body—it’s driving me insane.

My orgasms have always been clit-based, but he’s hitting a spot inside that feels like triggers going off, exploding consciousness from my reality. In, out, in, out, just inside, not touching anywhere else.

My eyes are squeezed shut but I feel like I need to open them just so I can roll them back in my head.

It’s that good.

When I finally do, he hits a little harder, grazing my clit with his body for just a brief second, making me jump from the awareness he’s brought back to the area.

His slight laugh indicates he knows exactly what he’s doing. I don’t know if I should hate him, or love him forever for having this ability to drive my body to the brink of exploding into nothingness, yet not giving it to me.

I can’t take it anymore. Everything’s too intense, too sensitive. “I. Fuck. I. Need. To. Cum,” I try to blurt out between thrusts, holding onto his arms for dear life.

“You want me, baby?” he begs the question as he hits the same spot again, igniting a deep moan from my lips. “What do you say?” he asks in a teasing voice.

“P-p-please…” I breathlessly stutter.

“That’s all you had to say,” he whispers in my ear as he lowers himself, rubbing his body against my clit, instantly drawing an orgasm from my toes to my lips.

I scream out as he slams in one final time, holding completely still as my pussy clenches around his cock in a manner I’ve never felt.

“Oh, yes, fuck yes, clench me, baby.”

“Wh—” I can’t get the words out; my head’s spinning and my body’s still spasming out of control.

He laughs in my ear saying, “I told you I’d give you a night you wouldn’t forget,” he grunts into my ear, pumping a few times more with his own release.

We lie in silence, entrapped by one another with nothing but our heartbeats and labored breaths.

That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and I’m not sure if I can move yet. He starts to pull out, but I stop him. Holding him there for just a second longer.

His laugh makes me blush, and I release my grip on him, wincing as he pulls out. Everything down there is a bundle of nerves that just went on the wildest rollercoaster ride imaginable.

His lips brush mine before he hops off the bed and heads for the bathroom. My limbs come back to life but only enough to roll to the side. That’s where I lift my legs slightly and curl my arms under the pillow, feeling like I could pass out at any minute.

My eyes are closed when the bed dipping heightens my senses back to reality. Chills cover my body when Alex’s hand brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Are you enjoying your sex-high?” he asks with a sense of pride.

I hum my response with a smile on my face, “Mmhmm…”

“Do you want a ride to your car or are you crashing here?”

Oh, crap, yes, I need to get up. I can’t stay here. That’s not what friends with benefits do. I open my eyes and start to get up. “Yeah, let me get my clothes on.”

“Hey—” he puts his hand on my shoulder to keep me from moving “—I wasn’t trying to kick you out of my bed right this minute. You looked so comfy I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep if you didn’t want to.”

“No. No worries. I need to go. Fuck buddies don’t stay the night.”

“Wait, what? Did you just say fuck buddies?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what this is, right?”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Yeah, I’m just surprised to hear you say it like that. I mean it, stay for a little while. Enjoy your high.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I get up to get my clothes, and within minutes, we’re at his car and he’s driving me back to mine.

Surprisingly, I’m okay with it. Actually, I’m kind of glad to be going home. I know there won’t be an awkward morning after. No worry of smelly morning breath, and I’ll get an even better night sleep in my own bed after that amazing orgasm I just had.

Yeah, I might be more than okay with this arrangement. Next time, though, I’ll bring my car so I don't even have to deal with the drive home. Just leave when I please.

When we arrive, I start to open the door and step out, but he grabs my arm to stop me.

“No kiss goodbye?” he asks and I swear I hear something sad in his voice.

I look back, surprised. “Oh, sorry. I didn't know the protocol for something like this.”

I lean over, kissing him on the lips before exiting his car without looking back, but a big smile covering my face.