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My stranger.

My heart leaps in my chest at the thought of him being mine.

But he’s not mine.

Not now. Not ever.

When he’s not looking my way, I slowly stand and head back to the rocks. It’s my comfort area.

I don’t really want to be alone right now, but I don’t want to be a part of the party where I’ll feel like the outcast that I am.

Waves crash near my feet. The tide is already at its peak, so I don’t have to worry about being soaked.

A throat clears to my left and I know who it is.

My stranger.

He walks towards me and takes a seat on the rock beside me. “I figured I’d find you here again.”

Why is he being friendly?

“I’ll be fine here.”

A part of me doesn’t want him to leave. I want him to stay here and help keep my mind off my shitty life.

“Maybe I don’t want to leave you alone.”

My heart leaps in my chest, like it was waiting for him to say something like that. I glance his way, not knowing what I expect to see, but not expecting to find sadness in his eyes.

The sight breaks my heart.

Why is he so sad?

Why did he leave his party and his friends to come sit next to me?

My hands reach out towards him as I feel a tug in my heart to kiss his sadness away.

He stiffens as I scoot closer to him, needing to press my body against his. Needing to feel anything but the overwhelming sadness that’s coursing through my veins.

After a few moments, his body relaxes into mine as his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me onto his lap, eliciting a moan from deep inside my body as my core lands on his erection.

I thread my fingers through his long strands of hair as his hands trail up my back and pull me closer.

Just for tonight, I can forget about my problems and be whoever I want to be. I can be whoever he needs me to be.

My hips grind against his as our tongues duel. The bitterness of his beer still lingers on his lips. My tongue tastes him like he’s the elixir of my life.

Like he’s the answer to all my problems.

I sit back, breaking off the kiss before things get too heated. “Wait, what’s your name?”

He looks at me through hooded eyes, confused. “Why?”

I smirk. “So I know what name to scream when you make me cum.”

His eyes widen as his brain slowly processes what I just said. I run my fingers up the ridges of his abs to the smooth pecs of his chest.

His voice deepens, as if it’s taking all his focus to tell me his name. “Alex.”

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