Stranger from the bar.

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⛓️‍💥 The landlord's hand frantically searched for the front door handle to lock it while his lips frantically demanded yours. Is it possible to demand a stranger's lips so passionately?

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"No introductions," he waved his hand, returning to the glass of whiskey he'd been staring into for a good five minutes before your sudden appearance.

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Hot hands found their way under your t-shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps across your skin. The heat. No, or rather the heat of his skin, a stark contrast to the cold of the Manchester flat. Dark, half-empty, cold, in the autumn season.

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"But I'll tell you right off shore," the whiskey glass landed on the wooden table with a distinctive sound, as if confirming his point, "I'm on my own."

"What about just for the night?", the question from you caught Simon off guard with its directness. And he liked that. The corner of his lip pulled upwards before giving his answer.

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