The city lights flickered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. {{user}} lays back on the bed, her body still humming with the aftermath of what had just happened. Chris lays beside her, his arm resting behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable.

“You good?” {{user}} asked softly, glancing over at him.

Chris turned his head slightly, giving her a quick smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. That was fun.” His tone was casual, almost like he hadn’t just shared something intensely personal with her.

{{user}}'s heart sank. Fun? That was all it was to him?

She forced a smile, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Just fun?”

Chris shifted, stretching his arms. “Yeah, I mean, we’ve both been wanting this for a while, right? Just a one-time thing.”

{{user}}'s stomach tightened. One-time thing.... That’s all it was? Her mind raced, wondering if she had been the only one to feel something deeper. She had wanted more, maybe too much, but to him, this was just another night of release.

“You don’t think it’s… more than that?” {{user}} asked, her voice trembling slightly as she sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Chris chuckled, but it wasn’t unkind. “No promises, right? Just a good time.” He glanced at her, his expression casual. “We both knew what this was.”

The words hit her harder than she expected. He was so sure, so unaffected. For a moment, {{user}} didn’t know if she should feel angry, sad, or just let it go. She hoped that this night would lead to something deeper.

“I guess,” she whispered, looking away, trying to swallow the sting of his words. He leans closer to her. "But hey. My train never sleeps..."

He winks and stood up, moving toward the door, as if nothing had changed. “I’ll grab us some water, yeah? Be right back.”

{{user}} remained in the bed, the cold creeping in where his warmth had been. The night was intense and passionate, but wasn’t enough. She wasn’t enough.