She reached the conclusion that the magnetism she had towards men was not that good for any of the people involved. She would always end up hurting someone, and she disliked that so much. Her thoughts were scrambled; she could not think straight. She needed some time off – and she finally succeeded to do so. She cleared her head in a few hours, and she reached the conclusion that she needed some stability in her life.
But she could not forget the nights of ecstasy she once had. She could not forget the happiness of the moment, she could not forget the dark-haired man… She didn’t want to. She used to be happy, but something went wrong.
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It was the same hot summer night which seems to repeat itself over and over again. But she liked it. She always had a nice feeling which made her smile, when walking at night. She only heard the echo sound made by her high-heel shoes. She could actually hear herself think. It was already dawn. She then realized she should be getting back home. When she arrived, he was still sleeping. He looked so innocent and sweet she could not help herself from playing in his hair and kissing him. He didn’t wake up, but he did have a smirk on his face. She went on and made coffee. Her mind was invaded by recent memories, from the previous night. His scent was still imprinted on her skin, so she was smiling and remembering the carnal pleasures she had experienced with him. She no longer felt the need to leave after everything was over. Could it be possible that she finally found her place?
He woke up. She didn’t hear him sneaking up on her, and she startled. They were concentrating on waking up in the scent of coffee and smoke…
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