He never stayed with a one-night stand and the few fuck-buddies that he had over the years meant nothing to him other than a chance to have a steady partner for a couple of months. He never felt anything for them, other than physical for the one-nighters, and some friendship for the buddies. Grimacing, he thought about those buddies. After a while, the women wanted more commitment from him that he did not feel, so the relationships ended…if he was honest, they usually ended badly. That was why he stuck to one-nighters. They were physical, no promises of tomorrow, and no hurt feelings. Looking back down at her, he knew this was different. Curled up on her side, with her hand tucked under her pillow. Tousled, yellow blond hair framing her face like a halo. Rosy lips slightly open as she slept. She was such a puzzle. Strong, yet fragile. Thinking back to their conversation of the previous evening, he knew she shared more with him that she had her friends. Something’s there between us.
