Lily’s POV

Next morning

I lay on my bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling staring into space. I couldn’t sleep worth a damn last night.

That man wanted to drive me home but his car wouldn’t start so I told him not to worry and that I would just take a taxi.

We never exchanged names and we never swapped numbers.

“I won’t ask for your name,” he had said right before I left, his voice still rough from everything we did.

“If we meet by chance later then you tell me then, but If we don’t and you miss me, come back to this bar, I will be...