I thought I heard footsteps coming toward me. I sprung up in the bed, and it was him. The muscular stranger that had wandered into my room earlier.

“Hi,” I said a little nervously, still half asleep. “I think you have the wrong room again.”

He didn’t say anything; instead he sat on the bed next to me.

“Is everything all right?”

I admired how his face looked perfect in the moonlight. Up close and personal, he looked divine. And his muscles were out of this world! If it wasn’t for his big, strong arms—definitely a weakness of mine—I probably would have screamed or thrown him out of the room or something. But all I could do was stare and smile. I felt almost paralyzed in his presence. It was weird; I never froze like that in front of a man before no matter how attractive I thought he was. I was under his spell, and when he smiled, the influence got even stronger.

I didn’t even think about it. I just went for it. I wiggled my body out from under the covers and moved in to kiss him. It happened so fast, I didn’t have the chance to talk myself out of it or acknowledge how crazy it was under the circumstances. I just went right in. He didn’t resist me. In fact, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, shoving his tongue in my mouth. In that moment, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I knew it had been ages since I’d felt the touch of a man, but this was ridiculous. Dry spells never made me act like that before.