He looked at me. I closed my eyes, hoping that somehow it would shield me from his stare, and I wouldnt regret what I had just done. How could I? The memories that replaying in my mind gave me that answer. My body seemed to react to his touch, every cell of my being wondering, what it would take for the two of us to become one.

He continued to look at me.

"Closing your eyes to me doesn't make me go away. I am still going to be right here when you open them," he whispered before he began to suck on my earlobe. I let out an involuntary sigh and pulled away.

"Riley, I have to go," I sighed.

His hand found its way across my stomach and in one single motion pulled me ontop of him. It was skin to skin, nothing seperated us. I felt his leg wrap around me, pulling me and holding me close, as if letting me go was the one thing that he didnt want to do.

"You like the way, I feel, your body responds to me. Do you really want me to let you walk away?"

I shivered. No, I didnt want him to let me go.

His mouth sought mine out, asking me with just the slight flicker of his tounge to allow him to taste the sweetness of my breathe again. I felt my body respond, my knees buckle, even though I wasnt standing on them. My body felt weak, I had no more control.

He rolled me over and nuzzled his lips into my neck.

"I want you so badly," I involuntarily let out. My breathing was iratic, my muscles spasmed into his body. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing his body down onto mine, and with one swift movement invited him into my body. He was meant to he there.

My voice elevated to level that I had never thought I could reach, as he proved with every movement that he was supposed to be there. I tried to muffle the involuntary sounds that we coming from me, but it was no use. I couldn't hide the fact that my body wanted to scream out, to thank him for finding a way to gently kiss the parts that had never been touched.

"Let me hear you, tell me how much you love the way we feel together," he said.

With that he leaned forward and kissed the base of my neck.

I couldnt hide the satisfaction I was feeling anymore. My neck popped back, my body arched, and I cried.

He rolled off of me, and laid beside me. I instinctively found my way next to him. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm normally not this girl," I said.

He laughed. I laid my head on his chest.

"I didn't think you were," he replied. He propped himself up on his elbow and stared at me, "There was just something about you that called to me."

I smiled. The reality was something about him had called to me. I didn't know how to leave that bar without leaving with him. I didn't know how to feel without feeling him. I didn't know how to move. What had happened? I didn't understand. Four hours ago, I was content on being free. I was content on living my life. I was content until I saw a man that I was magnetically attached to.

"I have to go," my voice forced out. It came from nowhere, but rang louder than a church bell through the room.

I moved from his grasp, and tossed my legs over the side of the bed. I looked back at him and said, "I can't. It's not the time for me to do this."

He reached out for me and sighed as I moved from his grasp. I gathered my clothes from the floor, sliding each piece on, hoping there would be a way for me to escape and break the addiction that my body was instinctively developing.

"I don't even know your name," he said, "Can you atleast give me that?"

"It's not important," I sighed.

I slipped my feet into my shoes, grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

I didnt get to far before I realized one important fact. He had driven and my car was back at the bar.

I turned to see him standing behind me, keys in hand.

"If you want a ride, I get a name," he said.

I went to open my mouth, to deliver a fake name. He placed his finger to my lips to shush me.

"I'll take an ID," he laughed, "I'd like to know your real name."

I laughed. But I had no choice, so I handed him my wallet. He opened it and stared at my ID.

"Jane, your name is Jane," he laughed.

"I don't pretend to understand why that is funny," I retorted.

"Well," he said placing my wallet back into my hands, "It's funny because if you had told me that your name was Jane, I would have never believed you."

"Can we go?"

I turned and walked out the door, hoping that he would follow. Instead he positioned himself in the doorway. Once again, he looked at me.

He was beautiful, I would admit that. This just wasn't the right time.

"Look Riley, lets just be frank. We had sex. It doesn't mean anything, its not like I am going to be beating down your door, waiting and thinking that this is some sort of relationship. I get it. I embraced my inner horror. Thats my issue, not yours."

What was with the defensive me? I didn't know. I didn't know what was happening. It was a one night stand. Right, I kept repeating to myself.

I looked down at him. He had that thing... that V thing. You know that thing that seemed to be an arrow pointing to parts unknown. I sighed. I had to leave.

"Never mind," I snapped, "I will take a cab. It was nice knowing you."

I turned around and left. There were tears as I walked out the door. This was what it was like to feel alive, and that scared me. I walked down the stairs and stood by his truck. I thought he would follow, I thought he wouldn't let me go. I waited, until I looked up and saw him staring at me. I sighed and turned around to leave. It was a long walk home.