Chapter 5: Feeling Good

[Content Warning - This chapter is going to contain a slightly more mature content. It's not too detailed but if you mind, skip ahead 😘]

Next thing I do is pay for my drink and ask the bartender to give it to someone else. Then I leave the bar with Kenta. He told me that he heard about a hotel around our area, so he drove us there. We went to the reception, and he paid the bill himself, even though I offered to pay half of it. Then we went to our hotel room.

I felt myself getting more nervous than I was before... After all, it was my first time doing it with someone else after my breakup. Despite feeling nervous, I also felt very excited about it... I wanted to see his body, to feel him... I craved to be touched by him.

As soon as the door got closed, I saw him unbuttoning his black shirt. I felt myself drooling at the sight of his bare abdomen.

Without waiting any longer, I take my clothes off and so does he. Then he pins me against the wall.

His hands were roaming on my body while his lips were leaving hungry marks on my neck...

The feeling of his breath fanning against me,the way his teeth were biting my sensitive skin.. — It was driving me crazy.

My breathing was heavy and uneven and I was starting to feel dizzy due to the heat and intensity of the moment.

His hand went around by throat,holding it firmly while we were kissing hardly. It was almost like we were devouring each other.We were feeling every inch of each others bodies...

[1 Hour Later]

His touch felt somehow possessive as he held onto me. The intensity and pleasure of the moment drew us to an heavy relief,both of us collapsing on the bed.

He remained on top of me, his body lying on mine while trying to catch his breath. It felt good—the weight of his body resting on mine felt somehow comforting.

A moment later, he kissed the back of my neck, and then he laid down next to me. We looked into each other's eyes for a gentle moment... I loved the way he looked at me. Despite the somewhat rougher approach from before—which I also liked—I also enjoyed that he had a softer side. I felt myself smiling as he watched me.

Moments later, after our long and passionate night, we both fell asleep. The morning finally came, and I surprised myself with the fact that I was all alone in the hotel room. I looked around, and then I saw a note on the table. It said:

> "Thank you for the wonderful night. I hope you had a great time as well, and hopefully we could meet again if you're up to it. x"

Also writing his name and putting down his phone number

There was a big conflict going on inside of me though... I enjoyed what happened between the two of us—maybe a bit too much, actually. But I initially went for it thinking of it as a distraction, as just a one-night stand, just a good time...

Again, I liked it, but... I'm not ready for anything more than what already happened. I'm scared of the idea of getting hurt again, so I don't want to commit to anything yet. And continuing like this with him will only make things worse for me because I’ll catch deeper feelings than I already do.