Serena
The room felt smaller now that he was on the bed. The conversation that had taken place still lingered in my head.
I could feel the mattress dip a little on his side, I suddenly became too aware of his presence and I wasn't sure what the strange sensation in my stomach was.
The lights were off, but I could still see the shape of him in the dark.
Lying there, his hands were behind his head, and dirty thoughts slowly crept into my mind—what would his arms look like choking me against the bed and fucking me senseless?
My mind drifted back to our previous sexual encounter and I couldn't stop the heat that slowly flooded my entire body.
I turned to the wall, biting the inside of my cheek. This was so stupid. One night, that's all it was supposed to be. A simple stop before we headed out again in the morning.
But no — the universe decided to put us in one room. One bed. And a broken couch. Perfect. Just perfect.
