Somebody else had their eyes on you the whole night.

He's been sitting there for several minutes, legs crossed and movements so furtive that easily blends in the crowd. He watches you discreetly a few seats away, the gleam in your eyes crawling under his skin.

You were alone tonight. You were desperate for a getaway place, somewhere far away. You went with your instinct that drove you to this place. A bar; but it wasn't just any type of bar that you'd visit briefly and never come back. This place was so special to you that you never took your boyfriend here.

All you wanted was a fine drink for the night. The ambience of the bar was pleasant just like the last time you came. But there was a strange feeling crawling down your spine, sending your heartbeat to a halt from time to time. No matter what move you made, whether it'd be to take a sip or scroll through your phone, a lurking presence weighed down on you.

You searched around cautiously of your surroundings. Nothing seemed suspicious to you, but that daunting, paranoid feeling of being watched remained. What could you expect of coming alone to a bar late at night? Nothing sweeter than being anxious of your environment, no matter the place.

As you take one last sip for the night, narrowing your eyes down at the counter, your body remains still as a familiar presence encountered from behind. That irreverent fear flared in your eyes and stirred in your stomach as

he

approaches.

This is why the bar was so special to you. This is the place where you met him for the first time two years ago.

You look down at your lap, refusing to make proper contact. Beside you stood a man with neat blond hair, a strong chiselled jawline and deep, dark eyes. You feel your face grow hot from the circling panic that rushed into your brain. You knew that presence. You knew that effect. His aroma, his voice ' everything that can easily trace back to him.

The man slanted his head at you, his lips curving to a rather satisfied smirk. "You always know your way back to me, don't you?"

You stood in front of a wide mirror, hands propped on the marble counter with a fancy bowl sink. The warm red lighting glowed brightly onto your skin, creating an exotic aura that strangely soothed your mind. It felt like surging through fine cherry mist. This was the restroom upstairs that people barely used.

Nanami stood against the tiled wall behind you, hands clutched in his pockets as he gazed into your reflection. You couldn't find the right words to say. Perhaps there wasn't much to say at all, studying his facial expressions like he immediately knew everything that was going on with you.

"Why did you follow me here?" you asked bluntly.

His head craned higher the moment he heard your voice, wanting to see more of your face on the mirror. "Why did you come back to this place?" he demurred.

"I asked first."

"Because I wanted to," he immediately replies without any thought. "Now answer my question."

Your mouth shifts to the side. "I wanted a drink," you managed to say. "And for nostalgia, I guess."

"Liar."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, sulking in silence once again. Nanami is one of the bartenders here ' the one that served you the first time you came two years ago. Little did you know that you were slowly falling for him, coming back for a drink every Friday night just to see him again.

"It's about your shitty boyfriend, isn't it?"

You didn't reply. Nanami pushes himself off the wall, ambling across the herringbone floor to where you stood. He was behind you, the fear and anticipation taking over in your chest as he inched closer.

Nanami's jaw clenched as he pictured you with another man. Though he's seen you with him occasionally, it aches him excruciatingly from how bad you wanted that man instead of him. All those times you've been falling for him, when in reality he destroyed you. He robbed you of your self-worth. He toyed with your feelings like they were nothing.

Sure, he was very loving and affectionate to you the first few months, but that chivalry is now gone. Seeing you with another man ' a shitty man, rather ' made Nanami's blood boil.

". . .Yes," you confided. The guilty weight on your shoulder felt lighter when you finally confessed.

A cunning thought registered in his brain, satisfied by your honest reply. "Poor dear," he consoled, tilting his head. "Keeping a man that doesn't know how to treat you well."

You feel your pulse pounding as his breath hits the back of your ear. He dared not to touch you, leaving the initiative to you only. It was a tormenting battle to face ' you had your instincts shouting at you to make a move, but your body kept faltering. You knew everything about this was wrong. You knew the consequences of passing by here.

But yet, everything that was wrong about this has never felt this good to you.

"Wouldn't you like to forget about that man?" he taunted, the husk in his voice filling your ears. "That piece of shit that can't even make you feel good?"

There was nothing more tortuous than being plagued with guilt and desire tonight. However, that guilt already left long ago during the way here. Acknowledging the future scenarios, you already knew what was bound to happen tonight; a one-sided affair. After being neglected so long by that man, it wouldn't mean anything to him.

He wouldn't have to know. Hell, he wouldn't even care if he found out.

So you surrendered to your desires. The desire for at least one man to care about you, the desire for someone who can return those feelings. You curve your neck back on his shoulder, his soft breaths hitting onto your skin that made you shudder.

Nanami sensed how touch starved you are, finding it pathetic that your boyfriend had to carry you on like this for months. His hands slipped out his pockets and held onto yours, guiding you to your thighs like a slow, sweet caress. You turn to face him, your lips near his jawline.

"Yes," you whispered tenderly. "That's why I came. To forget about him."

A sigh releases from your mouth as Nanami's hand grazes your collar bones, the other stroking your thigh. Your body starts to heat up, unable to fight the arousal stirring. His lips kiss your head, trailing down to your neck where you slant it to the side. You grip onto his hands tighter. Nanami instantly knew what you wanted.

He takes your chin, leaning closer to grant you a warm kiss. You returned the kiss in a desperate manner, conveying how much you've missed him. You didn't bother turning around. Instead, you arched your back, pressing your ass against him. His hands continued to roam on your skin ' one holding your neck and one slipping under your top to fondle your breasts.

The traces of your body was something Nanami never forgot. He'll never forget the places that writhe you the most, and he definitely didn't forget the way how you screamed. Kissing him again felt like coming back home; it was a place where you felt like you belonged.

You discard your clothes onto the floor, leaving only your top. Nanami undoes his belt and takes his cock, sliding it on the folds of your sopping pussy. He then locks your hands behind your back with his left arm, hugging them in place while the other cups your face.

"He doesn't touch you the way I do, right? Or, does he even bother to touch you at all?"

You shake your head, sighing from the way he teased you with his cock. "Were you jealous during those times?"

"Maybe," he replies, tracing your thighs. "Why, did you enjoy making me jealous?"

"Maybe," you grinned, mimicking the coy from his earlier response.

Nanami kisses you again from behind, feeling your head collapse onto his shoulder as his fully erect cock went inside you. No matter how many times he's fucked you, especially from how long ago it's been, the sensation of him filling you will forever feel blissful.

Nanami thrusts into your cunt relentlessly, humming on your neck while hearing your cries and moans. You slowly open your eyes, watching your helpless body being pounded from behind on the mirror. The sound of smacking and shattered moans fill the entire restroom. Thankfully, nobody could hear it from the loud bass of the song playing downstairs.

He watches you in the mirror as well. Analyzing from how loud you were and how you tightened around him, it was the look of losing your cohesion. Nobody has ever made you feel this way in a long time and it amused him how he was the only one who could do it.

To gain a bit of stability, you found yourself clinging onto the edge of the counter once his hands moved to your hips. The more he slammed inside your walls, increasing his pace, the more you grew hazy. The thrill of it felt like ecstasy flaring in your veins.

"Like I said. . . Nobody knows you the way I do."

You replied with a moan, staring at him through the mirror with crazed lust. Before you know it, his hands clamp over your mouth. He can feel you were near your orgasm by the contorted expression on your face. The more he thrusted, the more you were sent on the edge.

In that moment, you lean on his chest again as you were brought to your climax, your moans muffled by his hands that were barely heard from the music. Nanami halted his movements, his cock beginning to stir where he pulled out. You lowered yourself to your knees this time and stuck your tongue out for him.

Nanami takes your face, looking up at him with heated eyes as he stroked his cock on your tongue. Your pussy kept throbbing from your earlier orgasm, panting heavily along with his groans. His breath hastens as his warm cum releases onto your tongue. You kiss the tip one last time, smirking up at him as you swallow.

"This brings me back, don't you think?" he chuckles, holding onto your chin.

"I guess it does," you admit. The memories of your Summer fling with Nanami lingered in the back of your head.

After tonight, you had no idea how you were going to face your boyfriend. The guilt heaved in your chest again after thinking about him, especially the tenderness he provided before he turned into an asshole. But it doesn't matter anymore. He couldn't care less about your whereabouts.

Maybe Nanami was right. There wasn't any

man out there who knew you better. . .