Page 8 of One Night

"Shit," he mutters, looking disappointed. "I mean, congratulations. That's great, but I was really hoping we could...well, I guess it doesn't matter, unless...would you try dating long distance?"

"I don't think so. That never seems to work."

"We could at least call each other. Stay in touch. Maybe the job won't pan out and you'll end up back in Chicago."

He's so desperate to make this work. To at least try. And for just a moment, I'm tempted to do it, but then I change my mind. He's in a band. And he's hot. I'm sure girls are lining up to be with him. I can't imagine a relationship with him lasting more than a few weeks. And when it ends, the memory of tonight will no longer be magical, but tainted by our breakup.

"Dylan, I'm sorry, but I can't. It just won't work."

"At least take my number. If you change your mind, call me."

I nod, but I won't be calling him. This was supposed to be one night so that's all it's going to be.

"Even though you're leaving, I still want to know about you," he says. "So what's your major?"

"Can we talk later?" I ask. "I'm really tired and I could use a little nap."

"Sure." He looks into my eyes. "As long as you don't go."

"I won't."

He kisses me, just once, then lies on his back. I rest my head against his chest and he holds me in his arms. It's heaven. Sheer perfection. And just confirms that this night needs to remain a memory and nothing more than that.

A night I will never forget.

Chapter Three

Dylan

"Dylan," I hear someone say. "Get your ass out of my bed."

I open my eyes and see Kevin at his closet, taking a t-shirt off the hanger.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Six. I just got off work. I'm freaking tired. I need to get some sleep so get the hell off my bed."

Noticing Amber isn't beside me, I bolt up. "Where is she?"

"Who?" Kevin sighs. "Shit. Did you fuck some girl in my bed?"

I get up and race to the bathroom. She's not there.

"Why is everyone always using my room?" Kevin asks as he walks past me into the bathroom. "There are plenty of other rooms in this house."

"Did you tell her to leave?" I ask.

He takes his work shirt off. "Close the door. I gotta shower."

"Did you see her leave or not?"

He yawns. "Dude, I didn't see any girl. When I got here you were alone. She obviously took off."

"Shit!" I race back to the bed, frantically searching the nightstand to see if she left me a note. But there's nothing there. No note. No number. Nothing. I check my phone just in case she put her number in it, but it's not there.

I don't even know her last name. I can't even look her up. Shit!

"Was this one of your groupies?" Kevin asks, coming back in the room to get his phone from his desk.

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