Chapter 12: Chapter 12

MELODY

~“What if I don’t want to be a stranger anymore?” he asked again.~

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~“Don’t you have anywhere to go?” I asked, changing the topic altogether.~

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~“I have, but I don’t want to go,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he said it made my heart skip one or two beats.~

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~“Why?” I asked. Anyway, I was curious. His hot eyes bored into mine.~

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~“I want to spend some more time with you,” he said and took a long, deep breath. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.~

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~“Will you extend your stay for one more day? I can pay for your hotel room,” he said.~

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~I didn’t tell him I had already thought to extend my stay for one more day. I didn’t know why, but when he’d said he would pay for my room, it had made me feel like a prostitute.~

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~I climbed out of bed. Anger coursed through my veins.~

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~“Get out,” I gritted, trying to keep my anger out of my voice.~

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~“What?” he asked.~

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~“I said, ‘Get out.’” When he didn’t move from his place, I said, “I’m going to shower. Leave before I come out.” I paused because my throat was thickening, and it was hard to say.~

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~“I am not a prostitute. I don’t need your money. If I want to stay, I can stay on my own,” I said and walked into the bathroom. I locked the bathroom door and leaned against it.~

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~Since I’d woken up this morning, I’d been trying to distract myself from thinking about how I felt with him, what I was feeling with him.~

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~How comfortable and safe I felt in his arms. The way my heart skipped a beat when he was near.~

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~I stayed in the shower longer than I usually did. I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped a towel around myself.~

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~I sighed, knowing I would never see him again. I’d asked him to leave before I’d walked into the bathroom.~

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~Why was I upset? I’d known it was for one night. There were no expectations.~

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~When I opened the door, my jaw dropped open.~

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~He was standing in front of the door, holding a flower bouquet in his hand.~

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~“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I…I just wanted to spend more time with you,” he said.~

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~I walked past him, ignoring him. I looked around for my bag, but my bag was nowhere to be seen. I turned and glared at him, crossing my arms. His eyes were fixed on my chest.~

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~“Where’s my bag?” I asked, still glaring.~

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~He smirked. “First, tell me you forgive me.” He stepped closer.~

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~“Give me my bag!”~

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~“Tell me I’m forgiven. I’ll give you your bag.” He took another step closer.~

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~I groaned. “Okay, fine. Now give me my bag. I’m freezing,” I hissed.~

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~“I can warm you up.” He smirked and wrapped his arm around me. I tried to fight his grip. It was no use, so I gave up.~

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~“I forgive you. Now please give me my bag so I can put some fucking clothes on my body,” I hissed.~

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~He stepped back with a smug grin on his lips.~

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~“You look cute when you’re angry.” He winked and sat on the couch.~

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~He roamed his eyes up and down my body a few times.~

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~“You know, you weren’t the only one who approached me yesterday,” I told him.~

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~“I know.” He shrugged. “They were my friends. I saw you rejecting their invitations. They told me it was no use to approach you. But I wanted to try my luck.”~

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~He paused for a second and met my gaze. “Like I said yesterday, Lucky me. I got to spend a beautiful night with a beautiful woman.”~

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~I saw the sincerity in his eyes that took my breath away.~

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~I nodded and turned my back to him. “Please don’t part like this. I’m sorry,” he called from behind me.~

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~“It’s okay. You’re forgiven.” I turned. “I will never forget I met a sexy stranger in New York.” I smirked. “But I think you should leave now,” I said in a low voice.~

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~“Okay.” He leaned down to kiss me gently and returned my bag. “It was nice meeting you, Sara.” He gave a resigned nod and stepped out the door.~

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~I closed the door, and my chest squeezed. I resisted the urge to reach up and rub the spot that burned.~

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~I lay on the bed, staring at the white ceiling, thinking all day. Did it always feel like what I was feeling now after a one-night stand? A single tear leaked out from the corner of my eye.~

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~It shouldn’t feel like this, like something ripped out of your chest.~

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~Then why was I feeling like this…?~

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~It was supposed to be for fun. A one-night fling, and forget each other like it never happened.~

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~I woke up to loud knocking on my door. I glanced at my watch, and I frowned. It was 2 a.m. I got up from my bed and walked to the door.~

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~I looked through the peephole, and my stomach dropped. At the same time, my heartbeat picked up.~

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~It was Xavier.~

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~What was he doing here?~

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~I opened the door, then I opened my mouth to ask him why he was here. His lips crashed on mine. It was hard, hungry, like he was a starving man.~

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~I could taste the whiskey on his tongue. Maybe he’d been drinking before he came here. He pulled back and leaned his forehead on mine. “I fucking missed you.”~

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~I stepped back. “Why are you here?”~

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~“I missed you, Sara. I wanted to see you, to talk to you, to make love to you,” he rasped in a husky voice.~

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~The tingles between my legs increased. The wetness leaked onto my panties. The spark of desire flowed through my whole body when his lips brushed against my sensitive skin…~

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~I bit my lips to control the moans.~

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~I wanted him, and my body obviously craved what he’d given me last night.~

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~“You’re drunk, Xavier. You should go home.” I tried to close the door, but he put his hand up, holding the door open.~

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~“Let me in. We’ll just talk, nothing more. I promise,” he said.~

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~I sighed and opened the door wider so he could walk in. We sat on the couch, and he held his hand in mine. I sucked in sharp breaths. His touch calmed my nerves as no one ever had.~

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~“Do you feel it?” he asked, watching me curiously.~

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~“Huh?” I looked at him. I didn’t know what he was talking about.~

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~“The connection between us. Do you feel it?” he repeated. I’d thought I was the one feeling these feelings.~

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~“Let’s call it a night. You’re drunk. We’ll talk tomorrow,” I said, dodging his question. I stood on my feet to walk away. He held my wrist and pulled me into his lap.~

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~“I’m not that drunk. I know you can feel the connection between us that I can feel.” He nuzzled my neck. I moaned and rested my head in the crook of his neck.~

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~It was my own selfishness. I wanted to savor the little moments I spent with him. Tomorrow he would be a stranger again. I didn’t know if I would ever see him again or not.~

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~“I have slept with lots of women, but I never felt a connection with anyone. I went to a bar to pick up someone so I could see if I felt the same with her.” His voice was hoarse.~

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~I stiffened.~

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~The burn of jealousy rose from deep within me and heated my cheeks. I pushed him back hard and stood on my feet. He chuckled.~

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~“See? You got jealous, didn’t you? I felt the same jealousy when I asked if you waxed your pussy for your boyfriend.”~

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~He chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I didn’t sleep with her. I felt nothing.”~

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~“You should go,” I snapped.~

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~“Believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to leave before you woke in the morning, then I saw you sleeping in my arms, so content, so relaxed.” He paused, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath.~

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~When he opened his eyes, the only thing I saw was sincerity and emotion I didn’t know.~

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~“You stir something inside me. I immediately canceled all my meetings so I could spend a little time with you. I kept staring at you while you were sleeping.”~

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~He laughed. “I know it’s creepy, but I couldn’t force my eyes away from you. It was painful to tear my gaze away from you.”~

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~I stayed silent. I didn’t know how to respond or what to say. “Come here,” he asked, opening his arms wide.~

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~“Don’t worry. I won’t bite unless you ask me.” He smirked~

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~I walked closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. He kissed my forehead and sighed in content.~

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~He pulled back and dipped down to kiss me gently, slowly. One thing led to another, and he carried me to bed bridal style and laid me gently on the bed.~

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~As he hovered over me, he kissed every inch of my body slowly, tenderly. He didn’t just fuck me; he made love to me.~

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~We made love more than twice or thrice, but the intensity and passion never dulled one bit. We stayed awake all night, making love. I felt different. I could feel something had changed inside me.~

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~But what?~

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~He had just fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful sleeping, but I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to savor every last minute we had left together.~

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~I’d never thought one night of freedom would change my life forever.~

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~He hadn’t been wrong. Yes, I felt a connection with him. He’d told me he believed it was our fate, our destiny that we’d met.~

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~I wanted to believe him, any excuse so I could be with him, in his arms. In his arms, I felt I was home, like I was born to be HIS, to be in his arms forever.~

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~I knew I was hopelessly romantic. That was why I wanted to become a romance author one day. I wanted to believe in fate and destiny, but I still had one year to finish college.~

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~Next week, I would be in Boston, and he would be here in New York. Not to forget, I’d recently broken up with my boyfriend. Now, I wanted to focus solely on my studies.~

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~I glanced at my watch again and at Xavier, sleeping in the bed. He didn’t know I had an early flight, and I didn’t know if he’d meant the things he’d said.~

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~He’d been drunk, so I couldn’t believe everything he’d said, but it was true I’d felt a connection since I’d first seen him.~

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~I took a pen and paper.~

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Hey, sexy stranger,

I am sorry leaving you like this. I hope you will forgive me one day.

I don’t know if you remember your questions from last night, which I highly doubt you will remember.

Anyway, to answer your question, yes, I feel the connection between us, but it’s not the thing I want to focus on now.

Like you said, fate and destiny made us come closer. If we are meant to be together, then we will meet again, and next time we meet, I would really like to see how things work out between us.

But if you meet your real soulmate, don’t wait for destiny to play Cupid, just go and claim what’s yours.

Have a happy life ahead…

PS—I really like you a lot and enjoyed spending some sexy time with you.

I will never forget you if we never met again. But I will pray to God we see each other soon.

Love,

Sara…

~I kissed his forehead and left the note beside his pillow and walked to the door. I turned one last time to see his beautiful face.~

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He’ll remain a stranger forever now~, I thought to myself and walked out the door.

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