His Favorite Color
Disclaimer: This is a book written for fun and something I don't plan on fixing because it's weird and random which is what makes it fun. Lots of cringy funny things, and sex ofc cause who can read a book without it?
You'd never guess that it would be 1:22 in the morning with a message on my screen from someone I thought was only a dream. At first my heart stopped, but my shaky hands opened it and my brain slowly processed the words blinding my eyes.
'He wants to meet for coffee? Coffee??'
I message him back one word, "why?"
Why do I have to meet someone that was just a one night stand years ago for coffee? We weren't even friends apart of the same clique, so why?
Maybe I'm overthinking this, he just might me curious about how my life has been going.
The phone vibrates in my hands and I wince.
"Let me see you Cassandra."
I message him back one word, "why?"
Why do I have to meet someone that was just a one night stand years ago for coffee? We weren't even friends apart of the same clique, so why?
Maybe I'm overthinking this, he just might me curious about how my life has been going.
The phone vibrates in my hands and I wince.
"Let me see you Cassandra."
Flabbergasted.
He even used my full name! This tall, dark, dreamy, handsome hunk of a man.....I mean what could he want from me?
"I don't know Adrian, it's been years since I last saw you we don't need to relive one night 4 years ago."
Sighing I power off my phone and attempt seeking comfort in the stale mattress.
He even used my full name! This tall, dark, dreamy, handsome hunk of a man.....I mean what could he want from me?
"I don't know Adrian, it's been years since I last saw you we don't need to relive one night 4 years ago."
Sighing I power off my phone and attempt seeking comfort in the stale mattress.
After an hour of tossing and turning I powered my phone back on, my mind too active with questions keeping me awake. I just had to know what he had to say to my message, if he even said anything. I unlock my phone and open up Instagram and see a red one on the messages icon.
Oh. Fuck.
I click on the icon, not opening the message directly. I just have to see if he's still active-AND HE IS OH NO.
Breathe, I told myself.
Clicking on the message my jaw drops at the words he wrote me.
Oh. Fuck.
I click on the icon, not opening the message directly. I just have to see if he's still active-AND HE IS OH NO.
Breathe, I told myself.
Clicking on the message my jaw drops at the words he wrote me.
"Every night my mind only thinks of you and the way your body moved against mine. I can feel the phantom of your touch on my body, and smell that sweet vanilla perfume you wear. You wore (my favorite color of) red lingerie that clung to your curves, and never felt so excited to fuck a gorgeous woman like you. I wanted it to be more of a one night stand, but you left before I was awake. Now, coffee tomorrow at 10am sharp. I just found you again, and I'm not letting go."
Gulping, I reply with a simple "I'll be there."
Groaning I flop around in bed like a fish feeling my stomach flutter.
'Four years ago?! I had this man under my spell for four years, I'm speechless.'
"Holy fuck did I really seduce a man when I was only eighteen? I'm a sex god!" I speak to myself like a weirdo.
My phone dings and I peek over and see his message, which makes me squeal like a child.
"Good girl."
Groaning I flop around in bed like a fish feeling my stomach flutter.
'Four years ago?! I had this man under my spell for four years, I'm speechless.'
"Holy fuck did I really seduce a man when I was only eighteen? I'm a sex god!" I speak to myself like a weirdo.
My phone dings and I peek over and see his message, which makes me squeal like a child.
"Good girl."
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