I wasn't expecting this.

All I wanted from tonight were a few moments; I needed to feel desirable and wanted, and I thought Joey might be able to do that for me.

I've been feeling so empty and…lost, I just needed to not feel that way for a little while.

But Chandler was here instead.

Chandler, who told me I'm beautiful, that I'm the most beautiful woman in most rooms.

Chandler, who has always thought I'm beautiful.

Who has been looking at me that way for a long time now.

So I threw myself at Chandler.

And he caught me.

Kissing him felt natural. Being naked with him didn't feel awkward. Making love with him felt right.

So very right.

Now, we're lying here together in his hotel room, shaky and out of breath, our limbs tangled together, his hands gently stroking my back, and I've never felt less empty in my entire life.

I've never felt like this.

I wish I had known that being with Chandler would feel like this.

I feel like something inside of me has shifted, and pieces are falling into place.

Could Chandler be the one?

A few hours ago, I would have laughed and rolled my eyes, but now…the idea doesn't feel so far-fetched.

In fact, the idea feels pretty damn good.

But…I couldn't possibly know if Chandler's my endgame, not after sex once.

Could I?

I mean, there's been no discussion of what happens later. There's been no discussion, period. Quite honestly, I don't need that right now. I just want to be in this moment for as long as I possibly can.

Being held by Chandler is better than I ever could have imagined. Being worshipped by Chandler is…phenomenal. For all of his self-deprecating comments, he is actually really good in bed.

Better than good, really.

I'm distracted from my jumbled thoughts by Chandler's lips on mine once more. He kisses me so deeply, so thoroughly, I feel my toes curl.

He pulls me on top of him; our lips curve up into matching smiles. I pull back for a moment, needing to look into his eyes. He meets my gaze steadily, unmasked desire and want gazing back at me. I press my lips to his again, eagerly. His gentle hands pull me close, his fingers blazing trails of fire up and down my skin, his body warm and hard beneath mine.

When I came here tonight, hoping to be desired and wanted, I had no idea what I was getting myself into, that in the process of all of that, I would feel needed.

Or that I would feel like I need him, too.

I didn't know that Chandler would be everything I was looking for.

I don't know what will happen in the morning; right now, I don't care.

All that matters is tonight.

For tonight, we are one.