Heart rendered

Nine years ago Was this happening, I asked myself. Was this really happening? Was Saman kissing me? How could this be happening? But it was—oh, it was. I refused to believe my silly attempt at flirting was what got us this far. Saman Asghari, the hot volunteer that stalked my daydreams could not be the man plundering my lips. My eyes popped further out as Saman's mouth continued to explore mine while his free hand grabbed the nape of my neck, molding me towards him and deepening our kiss. He murmured something in Farsi that sounded honeyed and seductive. It felt more like a horribly acted porno but I could not care less. Who knew a heavy grocery bag could get me in this deep. Something warned me to push Saman as far as I could. His several tattoos served as a terrible reminder that I was making a big mistake but I couldn't care less.  I wanted to see how far I could take it. How far could we go before a lust consumed Saman realized he was about to do the boring plain Jane. An intense warmth overwhelmed and filled my senses when he lifted me in his strong arms and before I knew it, he was sliding around the house looking for my bed as he continued to r****h me. I said nothing. I did nothing. I only let him twirl me around in his arms afraid that a single utter from my lips would break the trance of lust we were both engulfed in. He eventually found the bed, lowered me down on the wide surface, and began to undress. At that moment, I wanted to speak, to say something—anything—but it was beyond me. I was far gone. He came down beside me, indenting the mattress with his long, lean length. His hands cupped my face as I continued to gawk at him and the impracticality of the scene in front of me. "You look beautiful." He said and his mouth plundered mine for the second time. Helplessly, willingly, I gave myself as tribute, letting him ease my dress and letting his eyes feast on my form. His brittle hands cupped my full breast all while his lips continued to work their magic, deepening the intensity his touch and masculinity had on me. I was in heaven. Never had I thought it possible. Never in my wildest dreams had this popped up Yet, it was real. This was real. His eyes were hazed with desire and sealed with urgency, as he lifted his head from mine. I arched my hips towards him, yearning for the hot, pulsing length of his body. For one endless moment he tortured me, and then, with a triumphant surge, he thrust into me, fusing his body with mine and melding us as one. But who was I kidding? Saman and I were not one. This was merely a one-time thing. A lapse of better judgment. A one-night stand. We would be strangers by tomorrow and painfully enough, I was right.