You had a one night stand and left before he woke up in the morning. You never thought about it again. To you, it was just a reckless night that stayed in the past.

It all happened one evening when you were at a bar,sitting with a drink in your hand and watching the crowd. That was when you noticed him.

He was tall, with dark eyes, tattoos covering his arms, and a muscular build that drew attention without him trying. When his gaze met yours, neither of you looked away. The eye contact lingered, heavy and familiar, even though neither of you spoke.

You held eye contact all night.

Finally, he walked over and stopped in front of you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

You studied his face for a moment. “I already have one.”

He smiled slightly. “Then I will keep you company.”

You talked until the bar felt too loud and too crowded. One thing led to another, and you ended up at his apartment. The night blurred together, intense and careless.

In the morning, you left before he woke up.

A few weeks later, your best friend dragged you to a concert. She was practically bouncing as you waited in line.

“They are a famous band,” she said. “I cannot believe you have never heard of them.”

You shrugged. “I am just here with you.”

You managed to get close to the stage as the lights dimmed. The crowd screamed when the band came out.

Then you froze.

The electric guitarist stepped forward, confidence written in every movement. His dark eyes lifted and locked onto yours. A slow smirk spread across his face.

It was him.

He was wearing a black T shirt and a small silver chain around his neck. Your heart dropped when you saw what was hanging from it.

Your ring.

The one you thought you lost the morning you left his apartment.

You stared in shock.

Your best friend leaned closer. “He is staring right at you,” she whispered.

You could not respond.

After the show ended, a bodyguard approached you and your friend and escorted you backstage. Your best friend immediately started fan girling over the other band members, talking excitedly and asking for photos.

But your eyes were locked on one person.

Austin was sitting on a couch, watching you quietly, like he had been waiting.

You walked up to him and stopped in front of him.

“You have my ring,” you said.

He looked up and smirked, pretending to be confused. “I do not know what ring you are talking about.”

You reached out and grabbed his chain. His grin widened.

“Oh that ring,” he said. “I wonder how that got there.”