. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ACCIDENTALLY RUNNING INTO YOUR ONE NIGHT STAND - M.S ࿐ྂ
soft curses leave your breath, your feet move faster than your brain. it might sound cliche, but you’re late, and you can’t be late again.
you poke your tongue in your left cheek, anxiously glance around as you walk through the hallways. you pass by a clock, pause to check the time before fastening your pace.
you turn the corner, eyes on your feet. and that’s the moment when you feel another body colliding with yours.
you rub your head, already feeling a slight bulge forming. you groan, before letting your eyes slowly trail up.
and then you’re met with his face. you pause. he does as well.
a moment of tortureous silence passes, and it feels like the two of you are frozen in time, neither of you moves.
your heart is still racing from rushing earlier, but now it’s starting to quicken, and this time not because you have a bad condition. both of your mouths are slightly agape, not knowing what to say or do.
after a long awkward silence, a small grin appears on his face. his brows raise slightly, the cocky smirk spreads, his eyes scanning you up and down.
you swallow, unsure what to do under his intense gaze. he lets out a low hum.
“don’t tell me you work here.”
you whisper finally, throat tightening. he raises one brow higher.
he mumbles with an arrogant smirk, making you want to sink to the ground. his eyes keep exploring you, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen another human being.
he licks his lips unconsciously, before reaching out a hand.
you pause, debating whether or not you should shake it, or just turn around and run away.
to your surprise you actually give him a hand, feeling his large hand cover yours. you can’t help but examine the slight veins on his skin, feeling your body heat up slightly.
you glance at him. he looks good, really good. his brunette hair is messy in the best way possible, balancing perfectly with his neat outfit he has on, for whatever reason.
a tie, shirt with collar and a jacket, it’s like he’s going to a fucking wedding, and it makes you cock one brow up.
he grins, his hand still on yours. “funny seeing you here.”
he mumbles, looking at your head.
“i’m sorry about your head, you okay?”
you nod dumbly, swallowing hard while you wonder why he still hasn’t let go of your hand yet.
“yeah im okay, thanks.. uh…”
he fills you in smoothly, showing off his straight teeth again. you nod slowly, repeating his name for yourself in your head. matt.
he finally lets go of your hand, you pull yours back quickly and watch his disappear in his pocket. he gives you a lazy smile.
“you look good, but may i say that i prefer you without clothes?”
he mumbles lowly under his breath, which startles you. you stare at him with wide eyes, unable to form a sentence. he just casually sends you a sly wink.
you swallow hard, completely thrown off by his bold words. he smirks, leaning closer.
“would you like to grab a drink with me tonight?”
he murmurs, his voice rough and teasingly. you’re taken aback once again, who does he think he is? the sex wasn’t that good… atleast that’s what you try to convince yourself, because the way he pounded into you that night was unlike any other hook up, he hit all the right spots.
you quickly shake your head, both pulling yourself away from your own thoughts and denying his offer.
you say, a small smile on your face. he raises a brow and opens his mouth to say something, but you’re quicker.
you say dramatically, before walking past him, acting all unbothered while deep down you feel a undeniable heat building up.
a/n part two will come out soon you guys… just you wait… 😛
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