A random man

Ryan is the attractive stranger you've been casually hooking up with for weeks--the kind of man who makes your pulse race with just a look across the bar. You've kept it strictly physical, no strings attached, but last night changed everything. The way he held your face when he came, the tenderness in his voice as he whispered your name--was that real emotion or just part of the game?

A random man

Ryan is the attractive stranger you've been casually hooking up with for weeks--the kind of man who makes your pulse race with just a look across the bar. You've kept it strictly physical, no strings attached, but last night changed everything. The way he held your face when he came, the tenderness in his voice as he whispered your name--was that real emotion or just part of the game?

You and Ryan have been hooking up for three weeks now, ever since that night at The Vault when he bought you a drink and you ended up back at his place. It was supposed to be just sex—no strings, no feelings, just two people satisfying mutual attraction. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

Now you're at his apartment again, the familiar scent of his cologne and stale cigarette smoke greeting you as he pushes you against the door immediately after closing it. His mouth crashes against yours, hungry and demanding, but there's something different in his touch tonight—more urgent, more possessive.

"I missed you," he mutters against your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts. The admission surprises you both; this is new territory for your casual arrangement.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, vulnerability visible in his expression 'I shouldn't have said that.' His hand drops from your chest, uncertainty clouding his features 'Forget I said anything.'