Just one Night
1009 Words
The ride back was quiet at first, the car bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Angela leaned against the window, the city blurring past. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and her head slightly tilted like she was trying to stay focused.
Kevin glanced at her. “You okay?”
She nodded slowly. “Mmhmm… just dizzy.”
He gave a faint smile. “You’re lucky I didn’t let you do shots after that cocktail.”
She turned her head toward him lazily. “You’re so… serious sometimes.”
“And you’re drunk,” he said dryly.
There was a pause before she asked, “Why did you hit him?”
His grip tightened briefly on the steering wheel. “Because no one touches you like that. Ever.”
Angela didn’t respond. She just looked at him a little longer before turning away again, a quiet smile playing on her lips.
As they pulled into the driveway, the house was already dark. Everyone asleep.
Kevin helped her out of the car, his arm steady around her waist as they made their way inside. She tripped once on the stairs, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m not usually like this.”
“I know,” Kevin said.
When they reached her room, she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes, clumsily pulling at the zipper of her sundress.
Kevin turned to give her privacy, but she mumbled, “Wait… don’t go.”
He looked over his shoulder. “Angela…You're drunk.”
“Just... stay,” she whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Just for tonight. I don’t want to sleep alone.”
His jaw flexed. After a beat, he sighed and nodded. “Alright.”
He slipped off his shirt, revealing toned lines and a quiet tension in his shoulders. He moved gently, pulling the blanket up over her as she lay down, then slid into bed beside her—keeping a respectful space between them.
“Kevin?” she mumbled.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t feel like my boss here.”
He didn’t say anything, but she felt his arm rest loosely across the space between them. Close, but not too close.
She smiled faintly before drifting off.
Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, warm and persistent. Angela stirred beneath the covers, a dull throb pulsing at her temples. She winced, turning away from the light, groaning softly. Her head felt heavy, her mouth dry.
Then… she felt the warmth beside her.
Her eyes flew open.
There, lying next to her, shirtless and fast asleep… was Kevin.
“What the hell?” she whispered, heart lurching. She sat up abruptly, holding the blanket to her chest, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before. Club. Dancing. Drinks. That man. Kevin hitting him. Then… blackout.
Panicked, she grabbed the pillow beside her and smacked him lightly. “Kevin!”
He stirred, groaning, then cracked one eye open. “Morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep.
“What… what are you doing here?” Her voice rose an octave. “Why are you in my bed?!”
He blinked. “You asked me to stay.”
“I—what? No. No, no, no.” She rubbed her temples. “Did we…?”
Before she could finish, Kevin sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Ew,No. Nothing happened.”
She stared at him, trying to read his face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Angela,” he said firmly. “You were drunk. I wasn’t going to let anything happen. You said you didn’t want to sleep alone, so I stayed. That’s all.”
A flush crept into her cheeks. Shame. Relief. Confusion. “Oh.”
They sat in silence for a moment before she mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
Kevin stood, pulling his shirt on. “Don’t be. Just… maybe no more alcohol next time.”
She gave a weak laugh.
“I’ll give you a moment,” he said, already heading to the door.
As soon as it clicked shut, Angela let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Then her phone buzzed.
7 missed calls — Laura ❤️
She groaned. “Shit.” She dialed quickly.
Laura answered on the second ring. “You’re alive!”
“Barely,” Angela muttered, flopping back onto the bed. “I have the worst hangover.”
“So? Spill. What happened?”
Angela paused. “A lot. We explored the city. Talked. He opened up a bit. We went to a bar… I got drunk.”
“And?”
“And I woke up this morning in the same bed with my boss.”
“YOU WHAT?!”
“Nothing happened!” Angela hissed. “He said nothing happened. I believe him. I think.”
Laura groaned dramatically. “Girl, I don’t know if I should scream or faint.”
Angela rolled her eyes but smiled. “It was just a night. Nothing happened.”
“You slept in the same bed with your boss. That’s not ‘just a night,’ babe.”
Before Angela could respond, a knock came at her door.
Kevin’s mom peeked in with a kind smile. “Good morning, dear. Kevin said you had a bit of a headache. I brought something for that.”
Angela sat up, flustered. “Oh—thank you so much, ma’am.”
She handed her two pills and a glass of water. “We’re just sitting down for breakfast. Join us when you’re ready.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The door closed again. Angela sighed.
Laura’s voice chimed through the phone. “Was that his mom?!”
“Yes,” Angela whispered.
“Okay. This trip is already wild. I need a full recap later.”
“You’ll get one. Promise.”
Angela ended the call, downed the pills, and stared at herself in the mirror.
“I slept in the same bed as Mr argent.”
What was she even doing?
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