I sat on the edge of the bed in his apartment, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him close the door behind us.

  

  

    His name was Alex, and we had met at the bar earlier.

  

    He is taller than me, with broad shoulders and a confident walk that made my stomach twist in a way I could not ignore. 

  

  

   I had been the one to suggest coming back here, but now that we were alone, my nerves kicked in hard.

  

  

    My hands felt sweaty, and I wiped them on my jeans, trying to play it cool. He turned to me with that smirk, the one that said...