Loose End: A One Night Stand Prequal Novella

8. Ryan

EIGHT

As I stepunder the spray of the shower, I can’t help but think of her lying in bed, fresh from her own shower, waiting for me to dirty her up again. Last night was incredible.

I was insatiable.

And it was all her. I couldn’t get enough.

I wanted this to be a one-night deal. I really did. I tried to keep my heart safely locked up behind all my defenses. But brick by brick she dismantled me. First with her body that was more succulent than a forbidden fruit plucked straight from the Garden of Eden. And then with her mind. She’s funny and witty and engaging.

Nothing like I was expecting.

I want to ask her something as simple as her name and then I want to see if she’ll spend the day with me. Fuck, I want to spend the whole weekend with her. I want to get to know her, the real her, and more importantly find out if she lives here in Nashville. And if she does… Would she want to see me again? I need more. More of her soft sighs, infectious smiles and earth-shattering orgasms.

I haven’t needed someone like that in a long time.

The walls I’ve erected around my heart were put up for good reason, to protect myself from being ripped apart again, and she makes me want to throw all caution to the wind. She makes me want to share a part of myself I’m not sure I ever shared.Even with?—

Well. Best not to think of her now.

But this girl? Fuck, if I could have entire weekend with her, I bet I can play a hell of a game Sunday night.

I finish the shower, towel off, walk back to the room and stop in my tracks. The blood runs cold in my veins and my heart nearly stops. The bed is empty and perfectly made. Any trace of what we did in that bed not thirty minutes ago, gone. The only remnant of her and our time together is one extraordinarily fluffy wedding dress. It’s laying across the middle of the bed with a little note folded over on top that says thank you.

She left a fucking thank you note, and I was ready to give her everything.

I storm around the room; maybe I’m mistaken. Maybe she’s hidden somewhere in the closet. But no. The doors are slightly open and the inside is empty except for a few hangers.

There’s no sign of her. Just the faint smell of the hotel soap, which is probably coming from me.

If there was an award for being an idiot, I would win, hands down. I can’t believe I even thought to let her in. To let anyone in again.

I could throw on my jeans and chase her down. She couldn’t have gotten too far. But to what end? This night obviously meant more to me than it did to her, and I could kick myself for even thinking of breaking my own rules. This is a sign if there ever was one. I need to focus on me and my career and not sucking every time I get out on that football field. I can’t get distracted.

Never again.

Not for anyone.

Not even Cinderella.

The end, for now…

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