The bright sun illuminated the stark room. Her eyes slowly fluttered and she saw the small digital clock on the bedside table that read the time as 10:32. She blinked for a second and continued staring at the pristine wall she was facing. After a minute or two she realized that a pair of warm hands was hugging her tightly.  She closed her eyes for a few minutes and tried her might remembering what had happened last night. She racked her brains as if digging those memories of last night.

Was everything just a dream? Did last night really happen?

He was here. He was here.

The kiss. It all started with the kiss. One thing led to another. The next thing they knew, they were already at his house, at his room and in his bed-doing the thing he liked and loved most. His kisses were rough and so she stopped responding. She held his chest as if to stop what they were doing and he was startled with her actions. She stared at him and he stared back at her unable to comprehend her hesitation. She looked into his smoldering eyes-those eyes she longed to see. For a moment she can’t believe that she was seeing him again, she was feeling him again. She had longed for this moment to come. She continued to stare at him, with him on top of her.  The last intelligible thought was to stop him from what he was about to do but that thought was defeated and instead she looked at him liked she knew him and uttered "Make love to me, J"

He saw innocence in those eyes.

It was new to him. He was GD after all. He liked it when women beg for his attention especially in bed. It inflated his damned big ego. He liked it rough and fast and most of all he liked it with no strings attached. But why was it different when it came to her? He sure knew it would not be the first time that she would be doing it. He knew that for a fact considering he had known and bedded many women. Something told him that she was the type