Page 4 of One Night

He knows exactly what it means, what I want. He backs away just enough to take my hand. My heart swells because our hands are a perfect fit. An absolute perfect fit! His hand is warm, his hold strong, as he tugs me down the hall to the open room. We go inside and he closes the door. He backs me up against it as his hand goes to the side of my face, gazing at me.

"You really want to do this?" he asks, his eyes searching mine. "It's up to you."

I take a breath. "I want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I smile.

He smiles back. It's the first time I've seen him smile, and it just confirms my decision to go forward with this. His smile isn't the fake, sleazy smile that Alex had earlier. It's a genuine smile. Warm. Kind. But also incredibly sexy.

He kisses me and we return to the place we were at before; a wild frenzy of pure uncontrolled passion. Clothes get tossed aside, he grabs a condom, we make it to the bed, his body lowers over mine, and then...it's magic. Pure magic. I know it sounds over-the-top but it's the only way to describe it. You know that expression fits like a glove? Yeah, well, he fits me like a glove. And the way he moves, he hits just the right spot, over and over again until I'm swimming in a sea of pure bliss. Lost in a level of pleasure I didn't even know was possible.

When it's over, he collapses at my side, breathing hard, his chest covered in sweat.

"Holy shit," he mutters.

He means it in a good way. He was groaning and moaning right along with me so I know it was just as amazing for him.

"I'll be right back," he says, getting up and going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Thank goodness he had one. If he didn't, we would've had to stop ourselves, which would've been nearly impossible.

While he's in there, I quickly put on my skirt and blouse, then wait there on the bed. I'm not sure what to do now. What's the protocol? Do we just go back to the party as if nothing happened?

Dylan walks out of the bathroom and goes to the bedroom door.

I sit up. "Are you leaving?"

He turns to me, smiling. "You really think I'd walk out the door like this?"

Noticing he's still naked, I smile back. "Guess not."

"I just wanted to lock the door."

"Oh. Okay." I lie back on the bed. So I guess we're staying, but why? Does he want to do it again? Is it still a one-night stand if you do it more than once? I should've consulted Megan about this. "Maybe we shouldn't be in here. Do you even know whose room this is?"

"Kevin's. I know him from school." Dylan turns the bedside light on and goes to the closet and takes a blanket from the top shelf. It gives me an opportunity to check out his naked body. He's lean with muscles, but not too muscular. I don't like overly muscular guys. I prefer more of a lean, fit body, which is what Dylan has.

"You go to Townsend?" I ask.

"Yeah. Just finished my junior year."

So he's a year older than me. I'm 20, almost 21, and should've just finished my sophomore year but I take classes every summer, so credit-wise, I'm classified as a junior. By December I'll be a senior, and hopefully I'll graduate by the end of next summer, a year early.

Dylan puts his jeans on but leaves his t-shirt off, tossing it over the bedside lamp, leaving a soft glow in the room. Then he lies beside me and puts the blanket over us. So I guess we're going to cuddle? Or talk? I don't know what we're doing, but I'm glad he's not leaving. I'm not ready to say goodbye to him.

"You sure Kevin's not going to mind that we're on his bed?" I ask.

"He knows people come here and use it. That's what happens when you're hosting a party. Kevin's not even here tonight. He had to work the graveyard shift. He's a security guard at one of those gated communities." He turns onto his side and smiles. "So..."

I flip to face him and smile back. "Yeah?"

"What we just did? Pretty fucking amazing."

"I thought so too."

We gaze at each other, that pull, that connection, still so strong between us that it doesn't seem real. I feel this familiarity, like I know him, and yet I've never met him before.

"I don't usually do that," I blurt out.

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