I wasn't good at one night stands. They always seemed so impersonal to me and I had a feeling I might never be good at them as I stared at the closed door to my ensuite, feeling as if I could burn a hole in it with just my gaze. I could hear the sound of the shower and if I focused hard enough I could hear the soft hum of her voice singing softly to herself.
I knew she would being leaving when she came out, because that's what happens after a one night stand, isn't it? I couldn't be sure, of course. I wasn't greatly experience in one night stands, knew almost nothing about the etiquettes of it all really, as I knew the few I'd had were not conveniental.
Did this even fall under a one night stand? Wasn't anonymity the point of it all and that it was only for one night? She said it of course. That it was only for one night and I suppose that's true in some sense. I only had her for tonight. Just like every other time.
One night in a week, a month, a year maybe. I knew it wasn't love that brought her back to me anand I wasn't naive enough to think that she returned the love I gave. But I'm only human and I fell hard and fast for the girl that gave me her virginity and I gave mine to in return at fifteen, when her best friend died, because life was sometimes short and she didn't want to die a virgin.
I fell for the girl that I made love to in the back of my old pick up truck on prom night, because she said she had a thing for cléches. Perhaps that's what made me bad at one night stands, I had too readily given my heart away.
Light shone through the dark room as the bathroom door opened and she gave me an odd smile as she notice my steady gaze towards her while rubbing a towel over her hair. I stood up as she stopped infornt of me, turning so her back faced me. I ran my fingers gentle through her hair as she sighed, pressing a kiss to her head when I was satisfied with my rough detangling job.
She made a comment of needing to leave and I gave a non-committal hum in answer, my hand as if of its own accord ran down her arm and held her wrist, a word forcing it's way out of my mouth, startling even me as it did.
Her posture stiffened and I let out a sigh, leaning my head against her shoulder. My name fell from her lips in a caress, like a light kiss across my heart. "Just... Stay with me."
Admittingly, not really well written. I was given a song; Stay With Me, by Sam Smith (my sister picked it for me) and I told myself I could have 10 minutes to write this. I actually adore it and I know I haven't updated Bringing Down The Billionaire, but I'm working on it. I promise, just have faith.