His Forbidden Obsession

She looked like Sin

(Clara)

I woke up to the taste of him of him still on my lips.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my skin as I stretched my body forcing my body to wake up. My body still screamed with the truth of what has happened last night and the early hours of this morning. The thighs ached and I could feel my core throbbing in soreness but I didn't care, it was the best night of my life.

I stared at the ceiling as I reminisced in the events of last night. It wasn't a dream, every kiss, every stroke, every sweet whisper of nothings and every touch was real. The soreness in between my legs was enough proof of that.

I had s*x with a stranger in his car, brought him back home with me and had s*x with him again all over the couch and my bedroom.

Something immediately struck me as I replayed the events of the pleasurable night…. I didn't know his name.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as my body protested. I managed to walk to the bathroom and splash some water onto my face. My dress clung to me with dried sweat, my hair was a mess, and the hickeys on my neck were dark, swollen and wild. It looked like a map of everywhere his mouth had been and I was sure I had some in between my thighs too as he had buried his head in between my legs several times.

I stared at the myself in the mirror and for a moment, I didn't recognize myself. I looked… ruined and lit from the inside out.

But I looked alive.

I didn't get a note or text…..we never exchanged contacts as we were too caught up in moaning into each other's mouth. I didn't even get a goodbye, instead I woke up to an empty bed.

I should have been ashamed. I should have started panicking. But instead, I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering the way he kissed me. Like he knew things about me I had not even told myself. He kissed me like I was something to be unwrapped, tasted, devoured. Not just seen….but understood. He knew just where to touch to light my skin on fire and that was enough.

The sound of the doorbell jostled me out of my thoughts causing me to jump. My pulse quickened as I wondered if he had come back.

I managed to clean up a bit before walking to the door.

I opened the door to find Anna barefoot with her heels in one hand and a mischievous smile on her face.

"Good morning, gorgeous," she said, brushing past me without a care in the world. Her eyes swept over me and widened.

"Holy s**t," she gasped. "Are those hickeys? Clara Elise Stone, did you get laid?!"

I quickly shut the door and turned to face her as I crossed my arms. "You left me at the club, by the way."

"I said I was sorry!" she squealed. "But Jesus, you look like you had the best night of your entire life. Spill everything right now!"

Part of me wanted to bottle it up forever, my secret alone to savour and relish in but the other part needed to let it out before I exploded.

"He was tall with dirty blonde hair and eyes. He was probably Australian. I don't know but he had an accent," I muttered, collapsing onto the couch. "He was beautiful. Like… stop-time beautiful. Like he had been carved by literal Greek gods."

Anna shrieked. "And you slept with him?!"

I nodded, holding a pillow over my face in embarrassment.

"In the club?" She squealed.

"Not exactly in the club," I replied in almost a whisper. "It was in his car…..outside the club and then the couch...and my bedroom,"

Anna fell to her knees laughing. "You absolute wild woman. Here I was feeling guilty for leaving you at the club but you were having your back blown by a hot Australian. Was it at least… good?"

I turned slowly, staring at her. "Anna… I saw stars. I might have met God. Multiple times for sure."

We both burst into laughter.

"You're glowing," she said softly. "Like… post-f**k, life-altering glow. Your night definitely beats the threesome I had,"

"Excuse me?," I shouted in shock.

"What? Turns out the guy came to the club with his girlfriend and I found them both attractive. One thing led to another and we found ourselves in bed together. It was good," She shrugged as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

Anna was bisexual, she loved beautiful women and hot men according to her and I didn't have a problem with that. It didn't change the fact that she was my best friend.

"But we aren't talking about me, you lost your virginity and you are literally sparkling from multiple orgasms," She said with a sly smile.

She wasn't wrong. Something had in me had shifted. For the first time in years, I wasn't thinking about medical school, family expectations, or what I should be doing. I had followed impulse. I had chased pleasure. And I liked it.

"I don't even know his name," I admitted, finally letting the wildest truth slip out. "We didn't even exchange numbers and he didn't leave a note either,"

Anna blinked, stunned for a beat, then grinned. "So Mystery man who is hot with an accent and good d**k. Sounds like a dream."

"More like a fever dream," I muttered.

Still, my fingers curled around the pillow, remembering his voice, the way his hands moved as if he already knew every inch of me. It wasn't just s*x….it was the way he looked at me. Like I was more than a random girl at a bar or worse…...like he had been looking for me.

I stood abruptly, needing to shake off the memory. "I need greasy food and painkillers or I'm going to die."

"Done," Anna said, tugging me toward the kitchen. "Sexy Clara is here, and she's everything I hoped for."

I laughed causing the tension loosening from my shoulders. I didn't know what would come next. Med school started in a week. Life would snap back to structure and control so I needed to snap out of it.

But for now, I was this version of myself: Clara, the girl who got drunk, danced with a stranger, and let her body guide her for once.

Anna plopped a pizza box on the table and poured coffee, smirking. "I can feel the wheels in your head turning."

"I'm just… alive," I admitted, biting into a greasy slice of pizza. "And hungover as hell. My legs feel like jelly. I'm never drinking again."

"Well," Anna said, sipping her coffee, "if you're gonna be paralyzed, at least it was for a noble cause."

We spent the next hour eating, sipping coffee, and replaying last night's blurry memories. Anna rambled about her own threesome and how she recieved the best "head ever" as she called it, but I was only half-listening.

My mind kept drifting to his voice, his lips, his eyes which were dark, unreadable. The way he touched me, like he had all the time in the world…and none at all.

I didn't know his name. I didn't know if I would ever see him again.

My mind suddenly flickered to what he said to me……”You may try to forget me, but your body won't let you"