That One Night Romane & Geschichten

But tonight— Tonight, she was not alone.

He stepped closer, making Anna retreat slightly. “One night. What I want... is one night with you.”

And then some more. We barely got any sleep that night. The End.

Her breath was coming fast. "Yes," she whispered. "One night."

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:a55bb89a-fcd8-423d-a716-d5a0cd04f798-4" data-testid="conversation-turn-10" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The night passed without rest.

The night would not forgive. And only one side could survive the dawn.

She all but whispered, as she looked at my face that was now only a few inches away from her own, our nose almost touching. “That night.” “That night?” She asked, her breath uneven once more, and I only nodded in response, “Nope.” “Oh” I said in a low tone. “Why would I? It was just a one night stand, like everyone else's, no strings attached.” “Just one night stand?” I don't know why the sound of that makes my hackles rise,

“Chance, I’m all woman, not a child! See me like any other woman who’s looking to live an unforgettable one-night stand with you. Please, I want to know how it feels being your woman for one night.” It couldn’t be that easy. That straightforward. Except the stare meeting, his own told him it was. She wanted him and she understood this wasn’t the beginning of forever. It was tonight. He had one night, a mere handful of hours, to give her what no other man would dare to. No more second-guessing. No more wasted time.

And I felt like an idiot because of it. I had given him my number before we parted, but maybe he didn’t feel the level of connection I did. Which only made my situation worse, because I wanted more than one night and I’d been certain he did too. “New Year’s Eve.” It was cryptic, but she was also the only one who would understand, the only one in the building who had been there. Her eyes popped wide. “Richard? Seriously?”