A Night to Forget by Jessica Wood

to know that, right?” he asked with amusement.
    “Well. I guess—I don’t know what to say. Thank you?” I said feeling unsure of myself. Oh my God, Emma. Thank you? Did you just thank him?
    “No need to say a thing,” he said as he pulled me closer to him. “Do you know what’s strange?” he began.
    I looked up at him, “What?”
    “There’s something about you that pulls me in. I can’t explain it, but I feel connected to you somehow. Does that make sense?” He looked at me with emotion in his eyes.
    “Yes, actually, it does. I feel the same way,” I said as I felt a warm intensity spread through me. I realized that I had never felt like this with anyone else. “It feels like there’s electricity whenever you touch me,” I admitted softly.
    He took my hand and intertwined it with his. The soft playfulness of his fingers against my hand left tingles of electricity at their wake. My body came alive with anticipation. His fingers trailed lightly along my arms, causing my skin to prickle with anticipation. I let out a sigh of contentment.
    “Emma, you’re so beautiful,” he said as his fingers gently caressed my cheeks. He then pulled my face into his, and I felt his lips meet mine.
    His lips were amazing—soft, full, and delicious. His kiss was sweet, sensual, and slow. My lips quivered as I felt his tongue gently part my lips. His tongue was luscious and enticing as it explored every inch of my lips, mouth, and tongue.
    As his lips left mine, I let out an uncontrollable moan. He smiled at me with tenderness and want, “God, Emma, you’re killing me.”
    “Well, don’t stop kissing me then,” I said seductively.
    “We’ve had a lot to drink, and I want to just enjoy this moment with you and take things slow,” he said, with a reluctant tone in his voice.
    “Well, let’s have another glass of champagne then. Maybe you’ll change your mind,” I teased as I got off of the bed and reached for the champagne bottle.
    He laughed as I filled his glass and my own.
    “Let’s watch the rest of the sunset before we miss it all,” he said.
    “Okay,” I agreed with a tinge of disappointment and quickly finished my third glass.
    I sat down next to him and he pulled me closer as we laid our back against the pillows. The sunset was stunning, and at that moment, I was mesmerized by it.
    I let out a deep long sigh as I sunk deeper into Brandon’s arms. This is just crazy. How did I get here? I was just dreaming about this man last week, and now, here he is—here we are, together. His name was Brandon. Brandon and Emma. I allowed my thoughts to drift as I imagined our lives together.
    As I laid my head in his chest, I could hear the gentle thumping of his heart and the even sounds of his breathing. We laid there in comfortable silence for a long time and I felt relaxed in his presence.
    After some time, I gently moved my fingers up and down his toned arm and muscular chest. I heard his heartbeat increase and his breathing became more jagged.
    I looked up at him and saw pure desire and want in his eyes, and a rush of need flooded deep inside me.
    “Your eyes are gorgeous,” he said breathlessly. “Do you know how breathtakingly beautiful you are right now?”
    “I don’t, but you can show me,” I said seductively as I got on top of him and slowly started to unbutton his shirt.
    “Emma, are you sure?” he said with hesitation. “I want you to be sure.”
    “Yes, Brandon. I’m sure,” I said as I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and tried to remove it off of him.
    He pulled me do wn towards him and our lips met. His hands moved through my hair and down my back. Then, in one swift movement, he grabbed me and flipped me on my back. He was on top of me and I watched with awe as he removed his shirt from his body. He was perfect—tanned, muscular, smooth, and perfect.
    He leaned down and kissed me again, at first he was slow and gentle, but then, his lips moved with urgency and passion as