Aftermath
464 Words
Katie
I didn’t sleep.
I passed out.
There’s a difference.
It wasn’t exhaustion—it was something else entirely. Like every cell in my body had been rewired. Like I’d been turned on at a molecular level and then burned out in the best way possible.
I woke up wrapped in a robe that wasn’t mine, my body sore in places that hadn’t been sore in a very long time. My legs, my hips, even my damn toes felt like they’d run a marathon — a pleasure marathon. I groaned as I sat up, my thighs brushing together, still sensitive. Still tingling.
And all I could think was: What the hell just happened?
Oh, I knew what happened. s*x. Glorious, toe-curling, back-arching, fantasy-level s*x. But it was more. His hands didn’t just touch me — they read me. Like I was braille and he’d been blind for centuries.
I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed my phone, half afraid I’d hallucinated the whole damn thing.
Nope. I hadn’t.
Because there was a text.
Unknown Number:
You okay?
Just two words. But they lit a fire across my skin.
I started typing back, then erased it.
Typed again.
Me:
I don’t know.
What did we do?
His response was immediate.
Unknown Number:
Something we’ve done a thousand times before.
We just don’t remember yet.
What the hell did that mean?
I stared at the screen, heart thumping, thighs clenching. The ache between my legs hadn’t gone away — if anything, reading his words made it worse.
Me:
I remember the way you looked at me.
The way your mouth felt.
The way you made me forget my name.
Unknown Number:
I remember the way you tasted on my tongue.
The way your body trembled when I took my time.
You unraveled so beautifully for me.
I’ll be dreaming of the way you whispered my name when you came. I can still taste your essence.
Shit.
I sat down. Hard.
Was this real life? I was a grown-ass woman, not some blushing teenager. But this man had me squirming in a kitchen chair like I was reading smut under my math book.
Me:
You’re dangerous.
Unknown Number:
Only to the parts of you that want to keep pretending you’re not alive.
Me:
I hate how much I want more.
Unknown Number:
Then stop hating it.
Let it take you.
Let me take you.
My fingers trembled as I set the phone down. This wasn’t just a fling. Not a moment of weakness or boredom. Something shifted in me.
Like a string had been pulled inside my chest.
Like fate had reached down and yanked me sideways off the life path I thought I was stuck on.
And the worst part?
I didn’t want to go back.
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