Panic raced through me alongside adrenaline and desire, but stronger than both.
Every girl regrets the second guy she sleeps with.
I rolled away from him, overwhelmed and breathing hard.
"What's wrong?" His hand crept across my hip in a soft caress.
I stared at the ceiling, lost in the popcorn texture and my own doubts. "I can't do this."
"What? Why?" I felt the surprise in his fingers. "You called me, remember?"
The ridiculousness of the whole thing forced a laugh from my lips. "True."
After a moment of thick silence, he moved his hand from my hip, wrapping it instead across my waist and throwing one of his long legs over my own. He pressed the front of his body against the side of mine as I continued to stare at the ceiling.
"You're safe here," he whispered in my ear before dropping his head onto my chest.
The sudden change from brash, sarcastic banter to such a tender moment pushed me further off balance. Who was he? What was this? What was I doing here?
"Tell me what's wrong," he asked, pulling me closer.
How could I tell him he was only number 2? That the seductress of casual sex I had been three minutes ago was all an act? Did I want to?
I turned on my side to face him, still within the embrace of his limbs. "Nevermind." I pressed my lips to his, urgently, trying to remember why I came here in the first place. He opened his mouth to meet me and my panic receded. "It doesn't matter," I said, in gasping breaths as his scalding fingers danced across my back. "This is just a one time thing."
It was his turn to pull away, finding my eyes in the dimly lit room. "It doesn't have to be."
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