At his apartment, I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. I knew I had a decision in all of this. I knew that if I marched myself up to his room, there was no escaping where this was headed. Oakley was used to one-night stands. I needed to mentally prepare myself for this to be a one-time thing—a dive into the passion that had been building between us.

“You don’t have to come up. We don’t have to do anything,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me close. “We can sit on the couch and watch a movie. I just want to be with you.”

I hooked my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer. “Let’s go upstairs, Problem,” I whispered, taking charge of this. I didn’t have the excuse of being caught up in the moment, but still I wanted Oakley Davis. If just for one night.

His apartment was clean and smelled like his cologne. I briefly wondered if he’d tidied up. Did he know it would come to this? It was a small space with a leather couch and flat screen TV. The apartment was minimalistic in design and had various details sprinkled in that felt like Oakley. A picture of him in his uniform on the side table. A gaming console on the entertainment center.

“Do you want anything to drink? I never got you that water…”

I nodded and made my way over to the large window in his living room to look out over the city. His place didn’t have a spectacular view, but I needed the distraction. I heard him grab some ice and pour me a drink, then walk back over to me. He pressed the cool glass against my neck, making me flinch. “Oops, sorry, was that cold?” he teasingly asked. Oakley then leaned over and licked the chill away with his hot tongue.

I took the glass from his hand and took a steady gulp, with his dark eyes focused on me. My hands were trembling. “You cold?” he asked, noticing the slight tremor in my movements.

“I’m actually kind of hot,” I choked out. Oakley smiled and grabbed the glass from me, setting it on the black coffee table nearby.

“You could always take off your clothes?” Oakley offered, helping me out of my white silk tank top. I immediately wanted to cover my body with my arms. It was an instinctual insecurity. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, kissing my neck. The chill in the air traveled over my skin, making my nipples pebble through the thin lace bra I was wearing.