Turn up the Tempo

One sweltering night… and morning after. He set the tempo, and she matched him step for step. No strings. No hearts.

BRITTANY ~
It was supposed to just be a one-night stand. I wasn’t supposed to catch feelings. He’s a rock star and having feelings for him would be devastating. And I’m already struggling — no job, no home, no love life. Besides, I don’t believe in love or happily ever after. Fun and orgasms are much more concrete.

BROOKS ~
Just one night. Usually just one round. That was all I was good for. It was all I ever wanted. It kept girls from getting clingy. Of course with her, I wanted multiple rounds and the next morning. But when I left, that was supposed to be the end of it. So, why can’t I get her laugh out of my ears? Her smile from behind my eyelids? Her touch off my fingertips? Her moans out of my dreams?